No one trusts me not even myself, what's the fucking point in living when no one cares or everyone is acting fake just to make you smile.
*teacher brings me in class to have a private talk* *friend is with* I made a stupid mistake, I know I'm too young to be doing it but what's the point anyways if I'm going to die, NO ONE CAN STOP ME FROM BEING SUISIDAL I CAN COMMIT SUISIDE RIGHT NOW JUST BY HOLDING MY BREATH OR WALKING OUT OF THIS ROOM AND JUMP OF A HIGH LEDGE OR RUN INFRONT OF A MOVING CAR!!!
No one is really a friend, this is all just a dream. So what's the point in living, you'll just come back with a new life anyways.
I am a stupid bitch no one likes.. Not even all these scars can prove I am a bitch, I just want to leave all existence... Not like anyone will notice or care.
If I disappear, everyone will be happier. When I'm absent from school everyone is more happy, and doesn't seem to notice I'm not there.
When I'm alive and gone people are happy.
When I'm gone and dead people will forget me eventually and move on.
Memories are permanent. Scars are permanent. Feelings are temporary. Scars help those memories have some feelings.
If only I had the chance to commit suiside off that one ledge.. But he was there.
Cutting makes me calm down and make me happy... Why? Life is probably telling me it's better to leave this world then make people's lives worse.
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Depressing thoughts
RandomJust some things I tell myself when I am depressed, things that pop up in my mind to make me depressed, and some suisidal thoughts
