Please read and consider.
About a year and a half ago, I was in some really deep shit. Everything was totally fucked up. I was depressed, I was cutting myself and contemplating suicide. It wawsn't my fault that it happened, but looking back I realise it was entirely my own fault that I stayed in it for so long. I owe my lifec to a few very exeptional people whom I love very much.
Having been in more or less the same state myself, people might say that I'm somewhat of a hypocrite for showing such anger and resentment towards the people who are in the same situation now, but I disagree.
During that period in my life, I was depressed. When the depression ended came the hate. I have hated so much that now there's no hate left. I only have love now, which suits me fine. And I have nothing but the deepest sympathy for those who now feel as I did then.
There are some things, however, that piss me off thuroughly. I can't count how many times I have read something along the lines of, "I might kill myself before tomorrow, so if you wana talk to me, do it now!" or "I just need to end it all right now." Most of these people write angsty poetry about how everyone abandons them and talk about how bad life is cause someone broke up with them, or cause their parents got divorced or whatever.
There are two types of depressed people. The first is the kind who seeks help and comfort in others, who talks to people and ask for advice, who makes an effort to make their life better. The other is the type who sits around writing poetry, telling people that they wanna die, but pushing them away when they try to help. People who deliberately misunderstand, so they can be left in peace to wait for the day they finally work up the courage to off themselves.
If you're the first mentioned kind, I empathise. You have earned my compassion and my eagerness to help. I want to be there for you and support you when times are rough and you don't know where to turn.
However, if you're the type of person who pushes away those who love you, and who chooses to use depression as an excuse to be a bitch, hurt those who care and whine on messageboards, I pity you, for you are the sadest, most pathetic of Earth's creatures and I wish you'd either stop whining, or go ahead and do it. If you're so desperate to die, go get it over with, cause nobody wants to hear it, and those who do are the same as you.
One thing, though: If your goal in life is to live fast and die pretty, I suggest you make the best of it. Take up sky-diving, or bungy-jumping, or racecar-driving. Start smoking hash and drunk-driving. If you wanna die so badly, go out with a boom, not with sleeping-pills or arsenic, or slitting your wrists. Say, "This was my life, and I wanted to die, so now I will show you all that this is how I choose to die; with spirit!"
Having been in more or less the same state myself, people might say that I'm somewhat of a hypocrite for showing such anger and resentment towards the people who are in the same situation now, but I disagree.
During that period in my life, I was depressed. When the depression ended came the hate. I have hated so much that now there's no hate left. I only have love now, which suits me fine. And I have nothing but the deepest sympathy for those who now feel as I did then.
There are some things, however, that piss me off thuroughly. I can't count how many times I have read something along the lines of, "I might kill myself before tomorrow, so if you wana talk to me, do it now!" or "I just need to end it all right now." Most of these people write angsty poetry about how everyone abandons them and talk about how bad life is cause someone broke up with them, or cause their parents got divorced or whatever.
There are two types of depressed people. The first is the kind who seeks help and comfort in others, who talks to people and ask for advice, who makes an effort to make their life better. The other is the type who sits around writing poetry, telling people that they wanna die, but pushing them away when they try to help. People who deliberately misunderstand, so they can be left in peace to wait for the day they finally work up the courage to off themselves.
If you're the first mentioned kind, I empathise. You have earned my compassion and my eagerness to help. I want to be there for you and support you when times are rough and you don't know where to turn.
However, if you're the type of person who pushes away those who love you, and who chooses to use depression as an excuse to be a bitch, hurt those who care and whine on messageboards, I pity you, for you are the sadest, most pathetic of Earth's creatures and I wish you'd either stop whining, or go ahead and do it. If you're so desperate to die, go get it over with, cause nobody wants to hear it, and those who do are the same as you.
One thing, though: If your goal in life is to live fast and die pretty, I suggest you make the best of it. Take up sky-diving, or bungy-jumping, or racecar-driving. Start smoking hash and drunk-driving. If you wanna die so badly, go out with a boom, not with sleeping-pills or arsenic, or slitting your wrists. Say, "This was my life, and I wanted to die, so now I will show you all that this is how I choose to die; with spirit!"