Forums · Guys, I need some help.
Today, my mother told me, in all seriousness, that I was a self-absorbed, greedy, evil, hateful, uncaring piece of **** and that if she didn't love me because she gave birth to me that she would kill me herself. My father came and reinforced her, saying that I didn't care about anyone but myself and that I was going to grow up to be a lonely and evil person and eventually go to Hell. I was told that I'm a wasted life. Right now I'm seriously thinking about suicide. I have a bottle of pills on my desk and a glass of water next to me and my doors locked, but my mom got scared, and said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in bel air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near the liscence plate said "FRESH" and there were Dice in the mirror! IF anything, I would say this cab was rare, but I thought, nah, forget it, yo homes to bel air! I pulled up to the house around seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie yo homes smell ya later, looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of bel air.
I have a friend who tried killing himself by jumping off a roof. Problem was he didn't look down and landed on a ledge two feet below and broke his arm. Moral of the story? If you try to kill yourself at least do it right.
Not that you should though. In fact most people think about suicide when people make their life suck, not when they make some one else's suck.
Also, pills aren't on my top ten awesome ways to go list. If it comes to that, try something you like, not something that presents itself in a state of grief.
Basicly, think it out. If a few days after you feel like killing yourself, then ask for help again.
Not that you should though. In fact most people think about suicide when people make their life suck, not when they make some one else's suck.
Also, pills aren't on my top ten awesome ways to go list. If it comes to that, try something you like, not something that presents itself in a state of grief.
Basicly, think it out. If a few days after you feel like killing yourself, then ask for help again.
| QUOTE (MXIIA @ Aug 13 2007, 01:39 AM) |
| *panics, runs, runs back* Forgot my Knife * throws knife at anonymous* *runs, trips Zam used Teleport* where am i *sees something* LIGHT *Dies* @me tHAT WAS EPIC!!! |
Good lord you're a ******.
I suggest either a shovel or handgun.
| QUOTE (Squickens @ Aug 13 2007, 02:26 AM) |
| How about stop being a self-absorbed, greedy, evil, hateful, uncaring piece of **** and problem solved? |
Only problem is, I'm not selfish in the first place. I might be an ******* (as you all know), but I'm not self-absorbed, evil, greedy, and most definetly not hateful.
I have no idea if this is a serious topic or not, and I hope it isn't, but just to play it safe...
Based on what you've said so far, a lot of here have come from worse crap than you. Talk and compare stories, see that there's still a lot ahead of you still and you will be missing out.
Based on what you've said so far, a lot of here have come from worse crap than you. Talk and compare stories, see that there's still a lot ahead of you still and you will be missing out.
Wow a really similar thing happened to me:
Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down and I?d like to take a minute just sit right there I?ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air. In west philadelfia born and raised, on the playground where I spent most of my days chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys said "we?re up in no good" started making trouble in my neighbourhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said you?re moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air". I whistled for a cab and when it came near the licensplate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror - if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air! I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell you later" looked at my kingdom I was finally there to settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.
Hope this helped.
Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down and I?d like to take a minute just sit right there I?ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air. In west philadelfia born and raised, on the playground where I spent most of my days chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys said "we?re up in no good" started making trouble in my neighbourhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said you?re moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air". I whistled for a cab and when it came near the licensplate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror - if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air! I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell you later" looked at my kingdom I was finally there to settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.
Hope this helped.
| QUOTE (tpx_vengeance @ Aug 12 2007, 10:01 PM) |
| I have no idea if this is a serious topic or not, and I hope it isn't, but just to play it safe... Based on what you've said so far, a lot of here have come from worse crap than you. Talk and compare stories, see that there's still a lot ahead of you still and you will be missing out. |
... yea i hope it is fake... but yea111
| QUOTE (Sir Spanky @ Aug 13 2007, 03:52 PM) |
| Wow a really similar thing happened to me: Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down and I?d like to take a minute just sit right there I?ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air. In west philadelfia born and raised, on the playground where I spent most of my days chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys said "we?re up in no good" started making trouble in my neighbourhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said you?re moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air". I whistled for a cab and when it came near the licensplate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror - if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air! I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell you later" looked at my kingdom I was finally there to settle my throne as the prince of bel-air. Hope this helped. |
Guess what. Life sucks. Suicide is for pussies who can't handle life. Instead of killing yourself, maybe run away from home and seek help elsewhere.
I have problems of my own but I stay cool about it (although I'm always pissed off for some reason or another)
Please. Suicide isn't going to help anyone.
I have problems of my own but I stay cool about it (although I'm always pissed off for some reason or another)
Please. Suicide isn't going to help anyone.
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