Living has no appeal to me. I can't stand this cruel, fucked up world. Who would miss me if I died? Would anyone even be at my funeral? I fucking doubt it. I hate my life, the holidays, and this screwed up world.
You always have a chance to make a greater impact on the world, and you always have a chance to improve your life.
The community here would miss you; we grieve the loss of all of our fallen BL brethren.
even though i don't feel the withdrawals any more i still have suicidal ideations
Sometimes BL is the only thing that keeps me going...everyone has helped me so much and I Care about so many here.
It may sound odd because its an online forum...but it's a real place to me.
I want to make this stop..
i'm sick of life without drugs and my tolerance is so high that i spend most of the month with out my opioid drugs and xanax which are the only things that make me happy anymore don't know if that means i should quit or start selling drugs again to support my habit
i like going on hikes and fishing and hunting and playing guitar but i don't really do that stuff anymore i just don't have any motivation to do anything except get high but i should really try doing that stuff anyway maybe i'll become motivated
Sometimes BL is the only thing that keeps me going...everyone has helped me so much and I Care about so many here.
It may sound odd because its an online forum...but it's a real place to me.
as some of you know i was in a car crash on halloween and now the dicks insurance company is trying to give my g pa so little money for his car that he couldn't possibly afford a new one i'm so stressed almost killed myself today but then i took a long walk with my dad and i calmed down i hope we can get a new car for my g pa cause this summer my dads truck was stolen and totaled so we don't have a car atm
thanks man i'm really hating everything right now so the support is much appreciated
I'm completely fucked. Shit is running through my mind and won't stop. The Vicodin wore off so now I'm drinking malt liquor. Thought about slicing up my arms but I can't do that because it's almost Christmas and it would kill my mom if I were in a psych unit again. I feel sick and miserable. My emotions are out of control and I'm way too sober. I hate this.