Don't do it. I'm dead serious it is not fun. I've thought about it so many times, and every time, I did not do it. I could not have the heart too... please dont... :( Life gets hard before it gets better.
I'd want to help out any friend I could, but it seems like both of us have been struggling a lot ever since some relationship problems or something? Those really know how to mess with others.
I don't know, I hope our friends will be there for both of us when we need it. (:
It doesn't really sound like those people are your friends if you can't go to them with your problems.
But at least on your other journal, people left their IM names and stuff for you?
Maybe you don't know them well enough to call them friends yet, but I think someone caring like that is good enough to open up to. (:
At least, someone like that did the same thing to me and it already made me feel a lot better - just knowing there's someone you can go to.
So if you can, take their help! You don't have much to lose from it. (:
Don't even consider it.
I've a friend who actually attempted it once, and when he told me about it, it made me think about how terrible it would be if a friend did commit it. I'm just about certain that, no matter how close I was to a friend, I'd blame myself for it, at least partially.
Things may seem bad, but they can get better! You have people who care about you, who love you, and are willing to listen if you've got a problem you need to talk about.
Hang in there, Chap. Things can improve, even though you might have to work hard to make them improve. No problem is bad enough to elicit giving up on life.
I've had a friend commit suicide at the beginning of the school year... I know how it can effect people.. and most of the people I care about and wouldn't want hurt are online. If I killed myself, Tim, you would never know :\
...c-chappy please........at least talk to me first...i know i may not even matter thet much...and i know you have other friends that matter WAYY more...but...please...
nope. I got a shitty job (telemarketer) and a shitty basement apartment, and things worked out. I also lost weight, bonus! I mean, it paid the bills for a while until I found something better, and since I had no friends I didn't really need to spend money on going out. I know how to live cheaply, second hand stores, eating cheap food, using public transit/walking everywhere. Eventually I got jobs and apartments that got better every change I made, I did volunteer work to meet people, and made an effort to be 100% independent. People make fresh starts all the time, i've talked to people who bounced back from nothing after a drug problem. I figure if they can do it, so can I (and I didn't even have any major problems, like crack, kids, or disability). And I did.
I had to get my fix at the public librarys for a few years.
On the up side, I became better at drawing, read lots of books, went on lots of long walks, and basically did things my grandparents must have done when they were my age and there was no such thing as TV or interwebs.
Suicide is, and always has been, the coward's way out. It is the most selfish thing you can do - leaving behind all of your problems for everyone else to solve rather than solving them yourself, running away the easy way instead of staying strong in the face of the difficulties of your life.
My problem is that my mother says every day she wishes I hadn't been born or that she can't stand me, a bunch of my friends suddenly stopped talking to me, and I just make everyone miserable. I don't want to hurt people anymore..
I don't get along with my mom either - though not to that degree. It's a major reason I moved as far away as I did. Get away from that environment. Get out. Starting over is hard, but not impossible.
In fact, I vote move to Seattle. It's close to Canada, which rocks. And it has a great furry community, especially if you like drama, haha.
Drop me a note, I'll chat with ya'
Seriously. Our endings shouldn't be decided by ourselves.
Oog thinking like that makes my brain hurt..
I don't know, I hope our friends will be there for both of us when we need it. (:
But at least on your other journal, people left their IM names and stuff for you?
Maybe you don't know them well enough to call them friends yet, but I think someone caring like that is good enough to open up to. (:
At least, someone like that did the same thing to me and it already made me feel a lot better - just knowing there's someone you can go to.
So if you can, take their help! You don't have much to lose from it. (:
I've a friend who actually attempted it once, and when he told me about it, it made me think about how terrible it would be if a friend did commit it. I'm just about certain that, no matter how close I was to a friend, I'd blame myself for it, at least partially.
Things may seem bad, but they can get better! You have people who care about you, who love you, and are willing to listen if you've got a problem you need to talk about.
Hang in there, Chap. Things can improve, even though you might have to work hard to make them improve. No problem is bad enough to elicit giving up on life.
Don't know what's bothering you, or even if there is some way to fix it or just get through it. But there is always a better way than death.
On the up side, I became better at drawing, read lots of books, went on lots of long walks, and basically did things my grandparents must have done when they were my age and there was no such thing as TV or interwebs.
I don't get along with my mom either - though not to that degree. It's a major reason I moved as far away as I did. Get away from that environment. Get out. Starting over is hard, but not impossible.
In fact, I vote move to Seattle. It's close to Canada, which rocks. And it has a great furry community, especially if you like drama, haha.
Suicide is useless