panic in paradise
Bluelighter
i open my home to you if need be ZAP, we have the same birthday and all.









i open my home to you if need be ZAP, we have the same birthday and all.
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August 25th?
I said fuck it and booked a tandem skydiving thing this weekend. I figure if I want to die anyway, why not do some crazy ass shit. I've always wanted to know what its like to fly.
Oooh that sounds like a lot of fun!!!
Free-falling is such a euphoric sensation, I don't know how to describe it. If you haven't done anything like this before you'll love it! :D
I'm hoping I'll get the "I wanna die" outta my system from skydiving, coming that close to the exhilaration of possibly dying (even though I know its highly unlikely with an instructor on my back). It's not at all like me to do this. But I guess if I'd never been suicidal, I would've never even considered this. Once you let go fear of death, its easier to do crazy shit that makes you feel alive.
Only thing I've done that included freefalling was jumping off a 30 ft cliff into a lake, when I had no idea if I could swim. I could, obviously. I'm scared to death of swimming where I can't touch bottom, but I made myself do it to prove a point. It was a great feeling, and I can only imagine that times 60 seconds..60 seconds of freefall before the chute opens and I glide to earth for 7 minutes...I can't fucking wait. I'd do it sooner if I could get a sooner date.
i'm doing a little better, i have a job interview at staples ha. i dont really give a crap if its a bad job, i just hope i get it. if i dont, then i can see things starting to take a turn for the worse again.
I'm lost in life. no where to run, no where to hide. when I reach out for help I am only greeted by emptiness and pain. I dunno what to do anymore. I've never had real friends my entire life, girls always abuse and use me, parents don't understand and made it clear they won't try. what's the point anymore? I have lost anything with meaning in life, so has my life lost it's meaning? I already have my note written, and what's sad is the only thing keeping me going are just stupid material possessions. I think today is going to be that day that I finally do something right for once
but hearing the words "you are not my son" from my mom last nite really hit hard. I went for a walk after that, lost track of time but was gone from probably 2am-5am. I've been looking for worth somewhere in life but it's not there. I've done what I can and am tired of crying everyday with the pain. if I went for a walk now it would just be in front of traffic
I have known people who have had to do their entire lives without the help of their parents. Your life is still worth living.
that is what I am trying to find. seems impossible to find anyone who actually gives a shit
I never knew my father, and my mother is a schizophrenic abusive cunt. My gma was the only stable mother figure in my life, and she died when I was 17. I'm still here. I think its makes you better off in the end, when you're forced to fend for yourself. Even if nobody gives a shit about you now, or it feels like it, then learn to stand on your own....eventually, someone will come along. Or not. Point is, you get stronger from all this bullshit.
my feelings of suicidal ideation are becoming unbearable. honestly the only reason i didn't try anything today is because i'm away from home. there i have a 'suicide kit' which is basically my version of a comfort blanket. i know to do it i need benzos, anti-emetics and something to actually kill me. i know i can't do this to my family and boyfriend. i'm going to try to sleep now but i need these thoughts to go away. i've tried so hard to fight but i feel like i'm losing. how can i reconcile this with the people i love? willl they ever understand? i have already ruined my direct famiily and boyfriend's lives through mental illness. i can't do this to them but i'm starting to hate them for tying me to this earth.
my feelings of suicidal ideation are becoming unbearable. honestly the only reason i didn't try anything today is because i'm away from home. there i have a 'suicide kit' which is basically my version of a comfort blanket. i know to do it i need benzos, anti-emetics and something to actually kill me. i know i can't do this to my family and boyfriend. i'm going to try to sleep now but i need these thoughts to go away. i've tried so hard to fight but i feel like i'm losing. how can i reconcile this with the people i love? willl they ever understand? i have already ruined my direct famiily and boyfriend's lives through mental illness. i can't do this to them but i'm starting to hate them for tying me to this earth.
