I'm bleeding and broken
Though I've never spoken
I come undone
In this mad season
Stop with the suicide bullshit, guys. You no longer look sad, just pathetic. If you really are suicidal, don't go to people online to get help. Talk to your family about getting help.
I still don't believe Tasha actually killed herself and if you want to hate me for it, please do so. And if she did, I have no pity for her. I can only wish that if Tasha actually killed herself, that those who loved her, who suffered, will not result to the same.
I have concluded that suicide IS selfish. I'm sorry if you disagree. There are so many other things you can do before actually killing yourself, and to do it at a young age either means it's not as bad as you think or you need fucking mental help. I'm sick of all this bullshit "I want to die" "I want to suck on a gun barrel" etc. I don't like it.
Do you have no respect for the people in your family? Or your friends? Or teachers or classmates and staff? Or neighbors? Or pets?
If you want to die, I can't stop you, but get a fucking therapist first. Suicide isn't sad to me, I will not have pity on you.
I remember making fun of Grant's suicide note. While it was a stupid, mean thing to do, I knew. Because online, for one, you can't believe anything- a fact that Annie has just proven to me. And I do feel bad for hurting Grant's friends (apparently Grant has no idea what I'm talking about), but it's ridiculous. I've been suicidal, too, until I came face to face with a knife at home alone and realized that if my mother came in, what would she do? What if I hung myself? Who would have to get me down? What if I poisoned myself? Who would have to check my pulse, call my name 20xs? What if I jumped from a building and landed on a car or something? Who would have to come in and identify my body?
My mother, my father, my grandmother, my uncles, my friends, my teachers. Any one of them.
I don't like people crying because of me, and if you do, you're a fucking asshole, a saddist.
Get over your problems, no matter how much they suck, especially if you're a teen who lives with your parents. Because if you think that in 10 years it's going to suck as bad, there's something wrong with your head. If this offends you, get your ass over it.
Suicide is not the answer. If you commit suicide, I don't have pity on you. I want to help those who are suicidal but I don't want to give them bullshit. The truth is, nothing sucks that bad. When you take your life, it's gone, you have no way to get it back because (according to my beliefs) there is no heaven. You will never be conscious again. Live life to the fullest and when you get fucked over, cry yourself to sleep a few nights, wake up, cook some eggs, play some music, and eat your overfried scrambled shit. When you feel like nothing will ever get better, live to see the sun set, every night. Try to draw it. Cry to yourself all you want but don't hurt everyone else around you. It's not fair to them. If you want to commit suicide, think about it first. How would you feel if your best friend killed themselves? How would you feel if your mother overdosed on ibuprofen? What about your father, if he jumped out of a 6 story building? What if your sister or brother shot themselves in the head?
If you answered "I'd be happy!" to any of these, maybe I'm wrong and you should go ahead and blow you brains out, asshole.