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I’m my own hero.
As a boy I looked up to people. Cops; Mike Jackson; preachers, Bill Cosby.
Mike mollested boys. Bill drugged & raped women.
Preachers scam elders out of $. Push disabled kids out of their churches (my own child experienced this); treat gay teens horribly, & push poor & disabled kids out of their schools.
Now I have to accept police are corrupt. I still believe most cops are good; but I have researched story after story during the pandemic. The last straw was watching police hunt down & shoot an unarmed autistic child. The cop who did this will not be arrested or charged.
So I must accept as flawed as I am; I was a much better person than my hero’s. I’m the closest thing to a hero I’ve found in my life. I fought for women; the disabled; the homeless; children, & gays.
I’ve saved lives. Yet I’m nothing but a failure. No one likes me. I hate myself. So the best person I could find in my entire life was me; & even I don’t like me.
My first day of kindergarten, my teacher Mr.Joel says "Alright we are going on a field trip to the national park ,so I need a girls to board the bus first then boys!"
I wasn't paying attention and I got on the bus first. Mr Joel approached me and sarcastically ask."Excuse me Gregory, are you a girl or boy? "I don't know I said". That moment , that question confused the fuck out of me for the rest of my life. I mean i have a penis but I don't like to look at it because it looks icky. My mom was shitting on the toilet and I was standing in the doorway naked when I was 3 years old telling her I pooped my diaper and all she said was ah fuck not again just like fucking father and she slammed the door and my penis got caught in between it. I screamed and my neighbors took me to the hospital because my mother refused to drive drunk and high. The doctors put ice on it and sent me home. But by the time we got home my mom was asleep so my neighbors made me sleep when there son picaru was two years older the me. I didn't sleep Much that night cause picaru kept sticking Lego's and a hot wheels cars up my butthole and he would tie string around my injured penis and attach to a fishing rod and he would yank hard and reel it up until the line broke. Everytime I screamed he told his parents I was having bad dreams so his dad took off my clothes and laid me on his lap in the living room while we both watched the entire Andy Griffith show season one all night. He didn't molest me or assault me but he did kiss me on the lips a lot and call me 'judy Ann' and 'honey' a lot. Judy Ann was his dead wife's name.fucked up part is the when he drove me to the hospital he hit my dog spider and he promised he would check on him once we got back. I never saw spider again :(.
#death #assault #abandoned #injury #abuse #drugs #trauma #transgender
Now i am 25 year old.When i was 22 my crush rejected me, i got heartbroken and entered into a relationship with another classmate of mine. After I got into relationship with my classmate,my crush called me few times but I rejected her call. I was continuing my relationship with my classmate.One day when I was kissing my girlfriend(i.e. my classmate) in college campus a guy saw us kissing and he spreader the kissing story in whole college(My crush also got the new). After that incident my girlfriend dumped me and started talking to other guy. Although I was in relationship with my classmate I wasn't in love with her.I loved my crush since I was 21 and now I am 25 and I still love her. yesterday I proposed my crush and she said NO. (Its my story )
JUDGE ME,DIRECT ME,HELP ME
I AM ASHAMED, HEARTBROKEN, I AM LOST.
IF YOU CAN HELP ME.GUIDE ME PLEASE.
I'm going to kill myself. I'm not sure when but I can feel my death stalking me every second of the day. I had a stroke at a pretty young age a few years ago. I didn't have any physical residual problems but emotionally I'm fried. I have a constant feeling of dread that lives deep in my gut, something that seems to be stuck inside my esophagus. Sometimes I feel ok, but thoughts of how I'm going to die are never far from my mind. I really want it to end.
I very good friend of mine died at the age of 18, I was 17 to that time. I got a condolence card and everyone at my school, students and teachers, signed it. But I forgot to send it, today I found it in my messy room.
I feel terrible...
#friend #death #die #condolescence #card
I have tried to reason with people about Covid. They laughed and argued with me. Then they got sick. Hospitals. Permanent disability & death in one family.
So they wore masks. I slowly got them vaccinated. I was told not to take it. I stepped up early. Lied. Took it anyways. They watched I didn’t die & most took it.
Delta kicked some of their butts. I warned the non vax. I warned that the vax could still carry to others. I masked up. They laughed. Then some got sick. It’s spread. Two extended deaths. Not sure who gave it to who. Now they are very somber.
I’ve had 3. I may go lie & get a 4th. It seems stupid. But I’m having to prove this stuff is safe. They keep catching on “after” the fact. Their tears are sad. Their guilt is sad. The ones who seem permanently damaged is sad.
I’m not mocking them. I’m sad for them. Sorry for their loss. Sorry that fear mongers are making money by scaring people into not vaxxing. I’m stupid. I can’t find a way to reach a wonderful person. That crushes my soul. If they get it & die I’ll be destroyed. I’m so sad.
While our kids were in school, my husband and I had to let our dog Maco be put down. He was already very old and has several tumors in his lungs. That happened 2 days ago. But we were both too scared to tell our children because they loved Maco by all their heart. They would never forgive us if they found out that we let this happen. So for 2 days now, we act like Maco went missing, we even helped our kids to create missing posters and they are spreading those posters now in our neighbourhood.
I tried to commit suicide 2 days ago.
Took a lot of sleeping pills but it didn't work. I had to puke very bad and I since them I'm kind of sick.
When I think about it right now, it was kinda stupid idea. I need to talk to someone.
#suicide #confession #death #sick #puke
When my friends grandma (I also knew her quite a bit) died I felt nothing, I only felt guilty for not feeling bad. But I shrugged it off as she was only my parents friend.
That was a while ago, but I still felt nothing when our beloved dog died, my grandma died and when my childhood friend died; and he was only 20. I feel wrong for not feeling bad, but it's not like I can make myself sad. WTF is wrong with me?
And yes I know my secret isn't as good as others, I'm a boring person.
Death. I almost died right before this pandemic hit. I’m so tired. I saw so many hurting. I did my best to offer encouragement. To offer advice. To try to save some who were hurting. To help the people I love.
But death finds us all. It’s undefeated. I don’t know how much longer I can fight this disease off. I’m amazed I’m still alive.
I think I’m going to have to stop trying to help random people. It’s my nature to do so. But I just don’t have anything left to give. Plus I’m alone. Someone told me I’m selfless. That probably is true. But even a star eventually burns out.
I’m so lonely. I’m going to die all alone. Oh I’ll never just give up. But I can’t hold Back death forever. I kept hoping someone would need or want me again. But this pandemic & fate seems to have conspired against me. The world is full of sadness. I did my best to make it smile.
If this is my end I finally pulled my mask off and winked at the world. I fear I may have wasted much of my life giving too much of myself. Perhaps I was just an idiot when all is said & done.
I have been in love with a man for three years who is ten years older than myself. I am 23; we try to talk via skype or other means weekly, or as much as we can. We have had beautiful experiences in various countries and both travel far to meet one another. He is in love with me too, telling me this and trying to figure out how we can relocate to be together. We each have someone else, so there is another issue with our affair...he is in the marines and will spend two months in a dangerous country beginning April and I am terrified for his safety...to make a long story short, I miss him more than anything, and don’t know how to process the idea of his potential death...
I had to bury my dad in November 2013, he had cancer. I haven't managed to get over it yet and it's very hard for me to even think about him.
January 2014, my grandmother died, too. And this isn't hard for me to tell. She's dead for a month now and I don't miss her anymore. I moarn about the death of my dad more than the death of my granny.
I feel bad about it. I loved my granny so much.
Please, forgive me.
I guess I'm one of those who need a lot of attention. I am a real drama queen. But I don't intend to be like that, it just breaks out of me...
Do you also have phantasies about your death? And I mean not how you gonna die, but how it should be when you are dead? If someone would be sad and how others would react?
I do.
I often envision the worst and most terrible things that could happen and I even enjoy it when I get sympathy, so I tell lies and worsen stuff to get it.
I am a terrible person....
Some nights ago, I dreamt that I would kill my brother-in-law. He is my husband's brother and they are like best friends. My brother-in-law, called Luke, lives in our streets, so he's around every single day.
He's nice actually but he's a bit of a loser. He can't do anything, lost his job several times and is not able to handle a girlfriend. He drinks beer and alcohol every day, so around 5 or 6 pm he's already a bit sozzled and then he starts talking and touching. He slapped my butt twice already. I told my husband but he said Luke wouldn't mean it like that and that it's just a joke.
Now I dreamt that I drove him over. Before I had that dream I would never ever thought about it, but now... He's really a pain in the ass. But I don't want my husband to suffer. So I guess, I have to live with him.
#brother #in #law #husband #family #alcohol #beer #dream #kill #death
I am a 17 year old male, and I really want to kill someone. I just want to do it because I think it would feel exhilarating. I want to feel the persons warm blood flow down my fingers going to my hands. Seeing and feeling the life empty from their body. I have no remorse, and have never killed anything before. I want to start with a human because it would be the best thing to ever feel. I should also state that I watch quite a bit of pornography and it is really hard to get hard, but I found out that blood and death works. That is one reason why I want to kill someone, but then again I also want to see the life leave them and be in fear watching me plunge a knife into their body. So it's a mixture of pleasure and sadistic thoughts to get off and watch murder first hand. I can't be the only one who has this, but why so young to have this? It makes me wonder, but then my thoughts are overtaken by the thought of death.
#death #murder #blood #masturbation #sadistic
I'm 16 and used to self harm on my wrist until my friend saw the cuts on my wrist and told a teacher who then told my mum I blamed it on my dog and they all believed it so I switched places to my stomach, top of my legs and top of my arms. I tried to overdose on about two boxes of painkillers and some other tablets I fell asleep and when I woke up I was in loads of pain being sick. I don't know what to do but I don't want to talk to my family. I blame myself for my aunties death
I know this may sound stupid but it bothers me everyday. Before my 18 year old sister died, I owed her 20 dollars. I was 15 at the time and never expected her sudden illness to be fatal. Now, three years later; I am 18 and somehow still feel guilty over something as stupid as owing somebody 20 dollars. I know deep down that my sister would never be upset about something so stupid, but I still feel so so so guilty. It keeps me awake at night and I can't figure out why. It's so become almost obsessive and I don't know how to fix it.
When my dad's dog died I was actually happy at first. He was old and no longer able to control his bowels while also being more demanding than usual. He was always a bit of a nuisance due to my parents not training him at all and in age became worse through no real fault of his own. He was clearly suffering since his legs had failed entirely. He got put down after vomiting blood.
After a few days I began to remember his puppyhood and felt emotional. He was a trouble maker but never malicious. He wasn't a bad dog, maybe he could had been trained better but he was not bad.
He seemed so scared when he was in his final days of existence. I want to know his pain has ended and he is in Heaven not some eerie plane of non-existence.
I gave him a bath and cooked chicken with a tasty sauce for the dog in his sunset hours. I didn't actually know he was going to be put down that day.
I wish I had cared for him more in his life. Now I feel a void. He was a nice dog. He didn't deserve to die and it hurt to watch him suffering. I feel like a shit person.
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