Giik, I've felt a blow that makes me sorry for everything I've ever done. I just don't want to live anymore, I just want people to be happy and not have to worry about my own existance. I don't see why anyone likes me here.
I'm sorry to hear that something that bad happened. You could tell us what happened, but I understand if you don't want to say anything on the matter. You don't have to say anything.
Dying won't make anything better, trust me. Nobody will be happy that you left earth by your own hands. I don't know how I'd feel if I knew that you committed suicide, and I barely even know you. Just the thought of somebody I once knew has died for a reason they don't deserve (very few people have deserved to die, and they're people like Hitler), especially because they thought they don't belong in this world, almost brings me to tears.
People like you here because you're naturally a likable guy. You don't have to have some special skill to get people to like you. It's in your personality. And in my honest opinion, having this depression probably makes people care about you more, whether you want them to or not.
And to the rest of you guys. Stop insulting him, it's not helping anything. If anything, it's making him feel worse. If you think taking the aggressive approach will work, well, it doesn't look like it's working all that well.
Giik, I've felt a blow that makes me sorry for everything I've ever done. I just don't want to live anymore, I just want people to be happy and not have to worry about my own existence. I don't see why anyone likes me here.
We worry because we don't want you to be unhappy. We're unhappy because we're worried about you. Even if you don't want people to, they'll still care about you and try their hardest to makes sure your life isn't wasted. If you're worried about people caring to much about you, don't. That's what some people do, and some people want to make sure you live a good life and go about doing things you may regret or mortify those who care about.
Can't you see that there are people here that are your friends. Isn't that enough to know that you're cared about and have someone to help you?
Ffuzzy, promise me this.
This summer, you ride your bike in the park, you meet some people.
You find someone you are attracted to.
You get happy.
Or I will kill myself. No joke.
Ffuzzy, promise me this.
This summer, you ride your bike in the park, you meet some people.
You find someone you are attracted to.
You get happy.
Or I will kill myself. No joke.
I don't want that. I take bike rides to give me bliss and make me happy and I take them alone. I don't want to be attracted to someone else either. Anyways, I am going to get so much negative responses... I think... All I wanted to do now was to say I was sorry, I didn't say I was going to go through with killing myself.
Ffuzzy, promise me this.
This summer, you ride your bike in the park, you meet some people.
You find someone you are attracted to.
You get happy.
Or I will kill myself. No joke.
I don't want that. I take bike rides to give me bliss and make me happy and I take them alone. I don't want to be attracted to someone else either. Anyways, I am going to get so much negative responses... I think... All I wanted to do now was to say I was sorry, I didn't say I was going to go through with killing myself.
...Thanks for not going through with that.
and sorry if I made a mountain out of a molehill with this situation...
And now I'm signing off for the night. I hope nothing bad happens here while I'm asleep! :3
When I was about nine, family moved into big block of flats. My bedroom was at the back, and had a big window that looked out onto the carpark and the maze of back stairs and landings.
I used to sit and watch the world go by from that window.
Any hour, day or night, something would be happening out there.
Good things, bad things, funny, sad and weird things.
All life encompassed from a window, full of people I'd never talked to, people I knew as well as family, fleeting visitors and permanent fixtures.
Chat makes me feel strangely like I'm nine again, watching the world go by out the window.
When I was about nine, family moved into big block of flats. My bedroom was at the back, and had a big window that looked out onto the carpark and the maze of back stairs and landings.
I used to sit and watch the world go by from that window.
Any hour, day or night, something would be happening out there.
Good things, bad things, funny, sad and weird things.
All life encompassed from a window, full of people I'd never talked to, people I knew as well as family, fleeting visitors and permanent fixtures.
Chat makes me feel strangely like I'm nine again, watching the world go by out the window.
Deep.
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We sang: "I don't know where we go from here"
That is the anthem, the slogan, the summary of events
Man, Ffuzzy, you sound like an absolute wreck. Take solace in the fact that you're thirteen; in two years, these troubles will just be embarrassing smudge marks on your life story.
Unrelated: I have to make a tri-fold board presentation of the biology project I mentioned a couple dozen pages ago, and it's due Monday. Lovely.
Dying won't make anything better, trust me. Nobody will be happy that you left earth by your own hands. I don't know how I'd feel if I knew that you committed suicide, and I barely even know you. Just the thought of somebody I once knew has died for a reason they don't deserve (very few people have deserved to die, and they're people like Hitler), especially because they thought they don't belong in this world, almost brings me to tears.
People like you here because you're naturally a likable guy. You don't have to have some special skill to get people to like you. It's in your personality. And in my honest opinion, having this depression probably makes people care about you more, whether you want them to or not.
And to the rest of you guys. Stop insulting him, it's not helping anything. If anything, it's making him feel worse. If you think taking the aggressive approach will work, well, it doesn't look like it's working all that well.
It's Extvia!
R.I.P. thread, Killed by ez
We worry because we don't want you to be unhappy. We're unhappy because we're worried about you. Even if you don't want people to, they'll still care about you and try their hardest to makes sure your life isn't wasted. If you're worried about people caring to much about you, don't. That's what some people do, and some people want to make sure you live a good life and go about doing things you may regret or mortify those who care about.
Can't you see that there are people here that are your friends. Isn't that enough to know that you're cared about and have someone to help you?
It did at first. Now it's just annoying as hell to everyone that's put up with it.
That is the anthem, the slogan, the summary of events
This summer, you ride your bike in the park, you meet some people.
You find someone you are attracted to.
You get happy.
Or I will kill myself. No joke.
I don't want that. I take bike rides to give me bliss and make me happy and I take them alone. I don't want to be attracted to someone else either. Anyways, I am going to get so much negative responses... I think... All I wanted to do now was to say I was sorry, I didn't say I was going to go through with killing myself.
...Thanks for not going through with that.
and sorry if I made a mountain out of a molehill with this situation...
And now I'm signing off for the night. I hope nothing bad happens here while I'm asleep! :3
It's Extvia!
R.I.P. thread, Killed by ez
When I was about nine, family moved into big block of flats. My bedroom was at the back, and had a big window that looked out onto the carpark and the maze of back stairs and landings.
I used to sit and watch the world go by from that window.
Any hour, day or night, something would be happening out there.
Good things, bad things, funny, sad and weird things.
All life encompassed from a window, full of people I'd never talked to, people I knew as well as family, fleeting visitors and permanent fixtures.
Chat makes me feel strangely like I'm nine again, watching the world go by out the window.
Deep.
That is the anthem, the slogan, the summary of events
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Retired StaffUnrelated: I have to make a tri-fold board presentation of the biology project I mentioned a couple dozen pages ago, and it's due Monday. Lovely.
Yeah, but it seems to have been deleted.
I am not on anything.
And I'm friggin engaged :I
I ran out of room! D::
I'll let you off the hook...
for now
DUN DUN DUN
Well, at least he died not only knowing that he beat the forces of evil, but that he was also the tallest man to do so.
He was also my grandpa. That part's sad too.
EDIT: Aww, my sadness killed the chat. ::sad.gif:
Oh, my condolences.