begging for help... I just wanna die...

[Axw_JD]

I give up... I don't wanna try anymore, it isn't worth it.

I don't wanna go through another day just to end up discarded and forgotten again just like every single day, I don't wanna hurt any more...

I tried asking my best friend for help, I tried to explain to him how I was feeling, but he snapped at me, said I was trying to control him and has been ignoring me... that's exactly what I was afraid of, that he would think I was just seeking attention or something... is like, he doesn't really care about me at all...

I feel worthless... that was pretty much my only friend and the closest friend I have ever had so what hope do I have left? Nobody gives a shit about me... I could die right now and nobody would care or notice for days, and some people might even be happy to not see me for several days... I just can't keep going like this... :(:(:(

Also what the fuck is going on with this site? The random images everywhere is annoying and freaking me out... am I the only one that sees the awful "BebeFleur" image to the left of this message, under my name? I could probably be going crazy too... great...

[NTTHRASH]

Don't want to go through another day? Well it sounds to me like everyone else just aren't too great. Two pieces of advice.
1) Stop giving a f*** about others' thoughts.
2) Find something to enjoy! A hobby or something of the sort is a great way to have fun, especially if you share it!

[Kuurachan]

When I had depression a while back, my older sister was my only "friend". She developed Anorexia and when I came for help( actually, most of the time I stuffed my emotions inside myself and tried to help her) she snapped at me for bringing up her spider like wrists. She threw up in our basement after dinner, saying she was doing laundry. Even when my mom found it in a bowl while looking for something near the washing machine, she lied and said it was something else. I listened in from the stairs. Time after time she said she would stop, but over and over again my Mom found a bowl with it in it. I looked at pictures the next year and in all the ones with her in them, she looked scary. Whenever we found out she did it, I would run outside and into our forest and talk to imaginary friends. She even did it once on Thanksgiving. She never earned my trust again. I was only 11 at the time. It was scary being all alone, since I was home schooled and my oldest sister was off at collage and even when I tried telling my parents I was having depression, and they didn't believe me and said I was too young to feel those kind of emotions. True, I was too young, but I've always been much too much of a deep thinker. My dreams turned dark and dead and I never did get a friend or a doctor to help me. I am 13 now and it didn't kill me. I am finding the things I love, such as writing poetry, psychology and fantasy. Don't you see? It may hurt now but it is a brilliant way to better understand other`s emotions. You are not alone. You may not see or know me or anybody else who feels this way, but we all live under the same sky.

[LouBerry]

Hey. I love you. I don't know what the hell your name is. I don't know how old you are. I don't know anything about you. But I know you are alive for a reason. And I love the living fuck out of you. It would kill me if you hurt yourself. You wouldn't want that. If you need ANYTHING, PM.