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April 25th, 2011, 06:18 PM
Lets start from my school life. Throughout secondary school I had no friends. None. No best friend, no friend to hang out with at the weekends, no friend to talk to, no-one, at all. I wasn't really bullied either. But the thing is I didn't really know I had no friends. I was socially inept of knowing I didn't have friends because I didn't have anything to compare it to. I thought I was just not popular.
I was an arrogant c*nt who thought highly of himself and looked down on other people. I was kinda bullied, always picked last for football teams in P.E, being excluded from table at lunch. I look back now and realize how bad it was.
Anyway, I spent last Summer indoors all day, everyday and I think my memory has blacked it out because I don't remember what I did instead of going out.
So college comes and I find a new group of friends, gain two best friends I can share anything with and a lot of other nice people.
Anyway since the start of college however, I have had a lack of motivation in any work, the same as it was at GCSE, but it was noticed more due to the efficiency of the college. Anyway I started bunking classes and the college noticed. I got suspended for a week, and my parents found out and were shocked. As soon as I was suspended I saw nothing, no future and I looked back at my past of not having a girlfriend, not even making out with a girl, and just being a dick to people. So I stole (I steal anyway so its not a big deal for me) 7 boxes of painkillers and aspirin and a litre of concetrated ribena. I was on the second box and I already had over 15 missed calls from my parents, had thrown my bag and ipod down the steep hill I was on and ate the pills. I stopped because my best friend called me and I realized it was stupid to end my life over this. So I skipped work and stayed round his.
This is when I started self harming. I snapped off a blade off of a razorblade and started scratching my skin lightly. It felt great. The deepest I went was about 2/3 mm and I didn't think it would stop bleeding.
Oh yeah - I had a mental breakdown at a PARTY, randomly and started saying I was a shit friend to everyone and loadsa people saw my scars which are pretty bad (considering I've looked it up a lot on the internet). So yeah, and on my birthday camping thing (the other week), I got pissed off at people for nothing and stormed of and climbed onto the railing of a motorway bridge. That was a real low point.
So anyway, no future, getting kicked out of college due to my low motivation.
My parents found out about the cutting last week. I went to a doctor and apparently it's just coping with stress. Not to do with the fact that I cry myself to sleep most nights, barely get any sleep or about 12 hours sleep. And have suicidal thoughts MOST OF THE FUCKING TIME.
My parents love me, but they want me to move into a hostel as I'm always moody and bring eveyone down, start arguments, and stay in my room all the time, on the internet. I've talked to my friends about a bit but not in depth.
I just don't see the point in living really. But I don't see the point in ending it either. I don't know. I've come close to ending it but I don't know if I actually will.
I just wanted to get it off my chest, and I know that people are in worse situations, but to be honest with you Idgaf. It doesnt make me feel any better anyway. Maybe I'm just a stupid teenager dealing with hormones, but I don't really think that it would lead you to want to take your own life.
So my arms are pretty much fucked, I can never wear t-shirts which means that some employers may turn me down. I stole another razor from the garage today anyway so that will help.
If I go to college Tomorrow, they'll kick me out for sure. I didn't catch up on any work and didn't do the compulsory work set. I'm such a fuck-up. I don't know why my parents put up with my crap.
Can anyone else relate to this?
What should I do?
I was an arrogant c*nt who thought highly of himself and looked down on other people. I was kinda bullied, always picked last for football teams in P.E, being excluded from table at lunch. I look back now and realize how bad it was.
Anyway, I spent last Summer indoors all day, everyday and I think my memory has blacked it out because I don't remember what I did instead of going out.
So college comes and I find a new group of friends, gain two best friends I can share anything with and a lot of other nice people.
Anyway since the start of college however, I have had a lack of motivation in any work, the same as it was at GCSE, but it was noticed more due to the efficiency of the college. Anyway I started bunking classes and the college noticed. I got suspended for a week, and my parents found out and were shocked. As soon as I was suspended I saw nothing, no future and I looked back at my past of not having a girlfriend, not even making out with a girl, and just being a dick to people. So I stole (I steal anyway so its not a big deal for me) 7 boxes of painkillers and aspirin and a litre of concetrated ribena. I was on the second box and I already had over 15 missed calls from my parents, had thrown my bag and ipod down the steep hill I was on and ate the pills. I stopped because my best friend called me and I realized it was stupid to end my life over this. So I skipped work and stayed round his.
This is when I started self harming. I snapped off a blade off of a razorblade and started scratching my skin lightly. It felt great. The deepest I went was about 2/3 mm and I didn't think it would stop bleeding.
Oh yeah - I had a mental breakdown at a PARTY, randomly and started saying I was a shit friend to everyone and loadsa people saw my scars which are pretty bad (considering I've looked it up a lot on the internet). So yeah, and on my birthday camping thing (the other week), I got pissed off at people for nothing and stormed of and climbed onto the railing of a motorway bridge. That was a real low point.
So anyway, no future, getting kicked out of college due to my low motivation.
My parents found out about the cutting last week. I went to a doctor and apparently it's just coping with stress. Not to do with the fact that I cry myself to sleep most nights, barely get any sleep or about 12 hours sleep. And have suicidal thoughts MOST OF THE FUCKING TIME.
My parents love me, but they want me to move into a hostel as I'm always moody and bring eveyone down, start arguments, and stay in my room all the time, on the internet. I've talked to my friends about a bit but not in depth.
I just don't see the point in living really. But I don't see the point in ending it either. I don't know. I've come close to ending it but I don't know if I actually will.
I just wanted to get it off my chest, and I know that people are in worse situations, but to be honest with you Idgaf. It doesnt make me feel any better anyway. Maybe I'm just a stupid teenager dealing with hormones, but I don't really think that it would lead you to want to take your own life.
So my arms are pretty much fucked, I can never wear t-shirts which means that some employers may turn me down. I stole another razor from the garage today anyway so that will help.
If I go to college Tomorrow, they'll kick me out for sure. I didn't catch up on any work and didn't do the compulsory work set. I'm such a fuck-up. I don't know why my parents put up with my crap.
Can anyone else relate to this?
What should I do?