I'll be doing that again soom
Is life as an oldcel worth living? For many users here, you are like a window to their future.
The members that don't rope will be in your position in the future.
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Idk man. Sometimes yes, sometimes no.
Not really
How come you never roped?
My copes keep me somewhat happy, I'm easy to please so I'm not suicidal at the moment
Same, if it happens it happens
If I knew there was no hell for 100% fact and my mind wasn’t ruined with Jew Christian slave morality brainwashing I would have done it already.I'm continuing in my quest to gather as much data about the .is userbase as possible (I'm a fed) and I'll report my findings in one large post when I'm done.
In spite of what the replies say, I'm STILL absolutely a glowie.
To preface, I am not suicidal nor do I encourage anyone to rope, even people I dislike. But having said that, I'm well aware that most of us live a fairly shit life, all things considered, and aren't happy with our place in this world.
I wish the best for all of you guys, and if you're struggling with this or you ever just need somebody to talk to, I'm always only one PM away, brocels.
No point in living life as merely a spectator and forced outcast.
Though that said I don’t hate life itself just the extreme unpleasant nature of being forced into this shitty looking and functioning body which has completely ruined any fun or potential I might have had.
Sigh.
every day is hell, and i have constant suicidal tendencies. am I going go through it? not yet i guess
A lifetime of conditioning is pretty fucking hard to override, most people lack the mental strength to reconcile with the purposelessness and emptiness of our life. Fucking hell, that's why religion was conceived in the first place. I can't speak to the American experience of growing up religious but I've heard that obviously with its puritan roots, religion is taken to a hilariously extreme and zealous level, children will often be told that they'll suffer forever in hell if they aren't a perfect fucking slave of Jesus Christ.
Maybe the UK isn't all bad, at least in that regard.
I retract my statement, it is.
are you human ahh questionI'm continuing in my quest to gather as much data about the .is userbase as possible (I'm a fed) and I'll report my findings in one large post when I'm done.
In spite of what the replies say, I'm STILL absolutely a glowie.
To preface, I am not suicidal nor do I encourage anyone to rope, even people I dislike. But having said that, I'm well aware that most of us live a fairly shit life, all things considered, and aren't happy with our place in this world.
I wish the best for all of you guys, and if you're struggling with this or you ever just need somebody to talk to, I'm always only one PM away, brocels.
Wanted to when I was 13 but now I want to kill others (in gta)
I simply have no motivation to live in a world which has always been against me.
I think about it often but I don't really want to do it, at least currently.
I want to one day but lack a plan or the willpower as of now. My hope as of now is Tyrone shanks my artery while I'm at work or something.
Be careful with what thou admits on here.
Why would you wish such an end for yourself...?
Quick and relatively painless death. If the artery is sufficiently pierced, then I'll go unconscious, and dying in uniform gives my family a payout.
I was talking about gta bro I would never do such a thing in real life I'm just a fakecel that doesn't take it seriously bhai
I still recall writing about how depressed I was back in middle school. We had this stupid little class where we were encouraged to go through some kind of 'introspection' and participate together in these small group projects. It didn't really have a practical use in teaching you any standard academic subjects, and I'm not actually quite sure what its purpose entirely was, but I just knew tons of kids were envious they didn't get into it since you'd apply and they'd accept randomly. I only applied because a few of my friends did, but ironically I was the only one who managed to get accepted in.
I honestly didn't think much of it. I suppose I was excited at first since this was the class that everyone wanted to get in—but over time I just thought it was a nice break from the rest of the periods I had since it was one of the few classes where I literally couldn't fail no matter how hard I tried.
While I had understood what suicide was for some time, I never actually thought much of it until I had started to become severely depressed because of my garbage academic performance. I was pretty stressed, and the reaction my grades got at home didn't help. It was then that I started to flirt with the idea of ending my own life, and I started trying to figure out what the most painless way to go about it was. I eventually came to the conclusion that falling was probably the most accessible.
(In hindsight, that honestly made no sense. I have no clue where I would have even procured a building tall enough to jump off, but whatever. It's not like I fault fourteen-year-old me for not being the brightest.)
Still, life had to go on in the meantime.
One day, in that class I mentioned, we had to write about how happy we were or something. Or, honestly, maybe it was to write down about the struggles we were facing—I forgot... Regardless, it was something along those lines. I wish I could see what I wrote back then, but all I know is that it wasn't good. I think it detailed how miserable I was and that I honestly saw no future for myself. I'm also pretty sure it was fairly self-abasing.
My memory, if you couldn't tell by now, is abysmal—so I can't quite recall the response it brought when the teacher inevitably read it. Strangely, though, I don't think that I was spoken to much about it. I think the teacher brought me in a private session and talked to me about my feelings or something. If he did, I'm sure I ended up dismissing his words in the end because I literally have zero recollection of it.
I also think that I might have spoken to the principal? And I'm also fairly confident that my parents were told, but never spoke to me directly about it. I don't really care to know, anyway, and I have no intention of bringing it up with them now.
Looking back, I'm pretty sure I was just attention-whoring with what I wrote, anyway. I guess I was somewhat, for the lack of a better word, 'excited' by the idea of people finally getting to understand how I felt. I knew that the teacher would read my paper and that I'd have to go through the theatrics of explaining my writing. But honestly, I don't think it ever really came. That's why I can't be fully confident what actually happened since I could easily be conflating fantasy with reality.
Well, anyway, I ended up suppressing my suicidal ideations for a few years while I wasted my adolescence away playing games and watching videos online. I couldn't keep them down forever, though, and I ended up killing myself a few months ago.
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