Sometimes, I get so scared, I can't breathe. I inhale but nothing seems to go in so I gasp & gasp until bright spots appear infront of my eyes. Then everything comes into focus for a second. The lights are brighter, colors more vivid, the sound of my own small gasps more profound. I crave those solitary moments, the ones that show me how the world can look.
Anonymous
4/02/2010
02:53:00 AM
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Friday, July 10, 2009
Sometimes I want to die so badly that my wrists feel like they are begging to be cut.
I am so lonely.
Anonymous
10:08:00 AM
7/10/2009
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
He was a pedophile and an awful excuse for a human being but all of a sudden his greatest critics are turning into his greatest fans. Our generation didn't grow up with Michael Jackson, he was never black to us, he's always been this gonzo weirdo who dangles babies out the window. I didn't like him when he was alive and I am not going to pretend that I am sad he's dead.
Anonymous
10:09:00 AM
6/26/2009
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Tags: death, life, pop culture, reality, sadness
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I fantasize about murdering people--brutally, violently-- all the time. Usually they're child psychologists or those goddamn pretentious assholes who insult people who don't do drugs. One of these days, man, I think I'm gonna snap, and John Rosemond's gonna get a pair of stiletto heels shoved through his eye sockets.
Anonymous
12:23:00 AM
6/15/2009
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I'm having major issues accepting my own mortality. Has everyone already realized that they're really, really gonna die? Am I late in seeing this, or is this the next phase in growing up? Am I the only person who feels a clock ticking in the back of their mind? Everything is going so fast, I'm scared that I'm going to blink my eyes and all of a sudden I'm going to be on my deathbed. I'm terrified. I love living.
Anonymous
02:04:00 AM
5/10/2009
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Friday, April 11, 2008
i killed him.
and no, i don't mean in that cutesy "i ripped out his heart and now he won't ever be whole again" BULLSHIT like they kept telling me. i mean that he is dead because of me. it is my fault.
may god have mercy on me.
Anonymous
12:01:00 AM
4/11/2008
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Thursday, April 10, 2008
I must say I never want to experience the best day of my life until I die.
Anonymous
10:54:00 PM
4/10/2008
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Why did college make all my high school friends so depressed and morbid?
Anonymous
4:01:00 PM
4/10/2008
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Tags: college, death, depression, friends/friendship, life, question, school, why?, wondering
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Why do I feel so disquieted about Heath Ledger's death?
Anonymous
1/22/2008 09:06:00 PM
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Saturday, October 27, 2007
I had a dream recently where my brother tried to kill me by crushing me against the bottom of a swimming pool.
The thing is he's pulled me underwater and held me there before. He's stronger than me and I know he hates me for some reason. He calls me "fat" and "stupid" every day. Neither are true. But I know he could kill me with his anger that he has towards me.
Was it just a dream? Or was it a premonition...
Anonymous
04:49:00 PM
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Thursday, July 19, 2007
death, the dark cloud. one no silver lining is apparent for, death. the hurting sigh. the aching greaf.
death, the dark cloud with a golden lining.
tomorrow the sun will still rize.
good bye.
Anonymous
09:01:00 PM
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Monday, June 04, 2007
And with the end of Senior year...tangst has, as expected, died.
RIP.
Anonymous
03:48:00 PM
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007
I have gotten to the point now that I consider any joke about death to be extremely bad taste and not at all funny.
I just had a very good friend of mine die, totally unexpected, and yes that factors into this, but that's not all.
For everyone else, the Virginia Tech Massacre, the countless third world deaths, how can you say "i want to kill my English teacher" or "blah blah blah I have so much work, kill me now"
This also goes to suicides, cutters, etc. Life is always better than death. Always. And people aren't aware how much death can hurt everyone around them. If they are, and they do attempt suicide, they are sicker than just about any form of sick I can imagine.
Maybe I'm being overly sensitive, maybe I'm not. The point is: Life is always better than death. If only for the reason that you're alive. It's all you've got. It's all you've ever really got.
Anonymous
08:43:00 PM
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Monday, April 16, 2007
Virginia Tech... I hate that my first thought was "wow, somebody finally beat Columbine," as if lives were scores. I feel a little less human now.
Anonymous
05:16:00 PM
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Thursday, April 12, 2007
Suicide of loved ones burns holes in people's hearts.
I hope he rests in peace.
Anonymous
08:45:00 PM
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Sunday, April 08, 2007
Each night the urge to die gets stronger
Anonymous
09:49:00 PM
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Tags: death, depression
Thursday, March 29, 2007
I would rather die than have Alzheimer's disease. I hope I'll remember that.
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Tuesday, March 06, 2007
he's probably going to die soon. of cancer. and then my father will probably lose it.
i hate it when all you can do is anticipate. fuckk. he's probably the nicest person i've ever known too...
Anonymous
10:44:00 PM
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Tags: death, friends/friendship, frustration, parents
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Most of my best friends don't even know that one of may parents is dead much less that they overdosed on cocaine. Its not that I try to keep it a secret but how often could that type of a thing be said in a conversation.
Anonymous
09:09:00 PM
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Tags: death, drugs, friends/friendship, parents, secret, truth
Sunday, February 11, 2007
when i'm driving, or just in a car, i often think about dying. actually, at any given point during the day a morbid thought is running through my head.
me dying, other people dying, the aftermath. sometimes it's really selfish, and sometimes it just freaks me out.
i don't know why.
Anonymous
01:16:00 AM