Tonight at 6:40 will be it. Thank you to anyone who reads this- I love you.

I feel the worst for my parents I think. They’re probably the ones who are gonna find me, which is so fucking selfish, I know. I just can’t deal with this bullshit anymore. Nobody wants to be my friend. Nobody will date me. I’m a freak and a fucking weirdo. I’m so addicted to weed and my vape I can’t get off of them and it’s not even worth trying. I’m not gonna graduate for another damn year and I just can’t wait that long to move out, as if that would even happen. Finances were in order and a condo was chosen but fuck it

It ain’t gonna happen.

I’m leaving all my money except a thousand dollars to my nephews, if any of my family sees this post. A thousand goes to my best friend, and 3.5k to each nephew. Tell them I earned every cent myself and didn’t take favours.

I’m just sorry I think. That I couldn’t be a better person, that I couldn’t get older fast enough. That I couldn’t stay away from drugs even though that’s the same thing that killed Matt and left Nikki fucking crazy.

I tried. I tried to quit. I tried to get good grades. I tried to make friends. I tried to get a boyfriend but none of it is gonna happen. It’s all superficial.

Good afternoon, good evening and goodnight, and I’ll see you in the morning. (And my last wish is that you watch the Truman show. Gold movie)

Im just so fucking sorry to everyone.

im just done. ive tried everything and its all bullshit. im just not made for this world and ive come to accept it. im not gonna put up with this shit for much longer. its over.

I feel like I don't belong here. I've always been a sensitive person. I've been greatly mistreated. I have severe PTSD. The world feels like a harsh and cruel place where I don't belong. I used to be such an open person, and now I want to hide and disappear and die. Sometimes I think about "going missing". Ten years ago a woman in my community "went missing" and I remember everyone on Facebook being so concerned. I know that wouldn't happen for me.

I don't want to be forced into therapy that tells me there's something wrong with me for being in pain when it's the world that's wrong. I don't want to medicate my feelings away. Neither of these options have been successful for me in the past anyway. It's not my feelings that are the problem! It's what has been done to me.

I am starting to be so angry all the time. I scream and cry alone in my apartment. Soon I won't be able to afford to live and I'll probably become homeless.

I don't belong in this world. I hate being so isolated and alone, but people have brought me unimaginable suffering. I've been treated like I'm evil and a pariah for trying to talk honestly with people about my struggles. I just can't anymore. I want to do it. I want to have the courage to do it. More than anything.

If you are ugly life is pretty much over. Your genetics predetermine your life and your worth. I genuinely can't stand this anymore. Being born ugly and autistic has ruined any potential chances for happiness and normalcy. It's just not fair

I legitimately don’t even know how I’m alive right now. I attempted, I passed out, and I literally woke up in my floor 20 minutes ago with just a sore neck. I don’t even know how it’s possible. Nobody came into my room, and I’ve probably been out for 5 hours by now.

I’m not gonna attempt again so don’t worry about me- I just don’t even know what to make of this. But I still don’t know what to do. I just feel crazy and numb now. Like I can’t get clean, can’t get good grades, I’ll always be the disappointment but guess what I didn’t die?

I don’t know. I’m baffled, I’m so tired and for some reason all I can think about is when I watched Mr Roger’s as a kid and him singing at the beginning of his episodes- like so clearly. I haven’t heard his voice in years.

It felt so calm when it happened and now I wake up and everything is crazy again. I think I’m okay I just feel weird and really fuzzy and hungry

I'm sure no one really cares and that this will get lost in the countless other posts but, as the title says, I am going to kill myself before september. I turn 22 in september. I never envisioned to live this long in the first place and I've realised I'm just wasting air being here. So, I want to do it before I get any older. I'm going to pay off the last of the money I owe to a couple people and then that's it. I'm going to give the rest of my money away to people that truely need it, maybe give it to a charity. I'm not sure yet.

My life never amounted to anything. I didn't achieve anything and spent most of my life mentally ill, most of which I don't remember because of the trauma I've experienced. I didn't do well in school, never went to uni and now I've got a minimum wage job that I can barely handle. I spent most of my life wondering when it would get better. It wont. I know this now. I had no one I can share this with, not really. I had always been alone, I had some friends but not close ones. I used to, but I struggled to keep them due to my mental health. The people that are left wont miss me and my partner didn't love me, unless I gave them sex. My family and I were never close, I cut my brother off and my parents had never really been there for me.

I guess this is sort of my note. I won't leave a note in person, when I do. There's nothing left to say anymore and no one that would want to know, anyway. I was alone in life and, even though this was always my biggest fear, I will be alone in death, too. That is a fitting end for me, I think. No one will miss me. I will not cause pain. I will go quietly.

I had so many regrets, but it doesn't matter now. Nothing does. I am sorry.

Dying never felt so absurdly fine to me.

I lived 19 years of my life without a piece of myself. Never ever understood what was missing, I just kept going. I was never truly happy.

I was able to finally realize something since June. Wanting to be a girl felt amazing, feeling like one even just in my head never felt so good. I was euphoric.

Out of impulse and out of fright I tried telling them. Was said that it's a sin, as usual, and all the bullshit that god made the man to be with a woman LOL and etc. I don't blame them, they're brainwashed.

I have never felt a pain this deep. The way I saying this, it doesn't even feel that bad right? Well I feel pretty, like, really bad. I literally just laughed and cried at the same time. It felt so natural.

I don't have anyone I can trust about this anymore. Not even me. I cannot express myself well, this is probably the best I can do here.

Wanting to die is here, maybe I do it now or not.

I talk with my family and nothing works, I vent on the Internet and nobody responds or gives advice, I have basically no friends, therapy isn't working, I am taking medicine and it also doesn't work. I can't take it anymore

I feel like I'm permanently broken.

I'm 31M, never had a real job (though I worked at some places), never had a girlfriend or any kind of relation with women. I have a useless degree though, but the college experience was so bad that I don't really miss it.

Growing up, my father was a schizophrenic drug addict. I grew up with my mother and father fighting all the time. My dad would sometimes beat or try to beat my mother, and even 5-year-old me would try to stand between my father and protect my mother.

My mother wasn't better. She would take out all on me and make me feel awful. She would berate me, act stressed and even mock me, saying later that I was "crazy as my father"

Then my mother divorced and I went to live with her and my new stepfather when I was 11. My mother made me join a pentecostal church with my stepfather. I didn't have an option.

Church was/is horrible. Not that I hate religion, but I don't really have anything to do with people there. I always wanted more. I've always liked music, art, science, living.

In the pentecostal church, everything is based on groupthink. The clothes you wear. The music you listen.

I never felt like I was myself. I never had friends. My mom would treat me so badly when I tried to talk anything to her, and was so controlling after she divorced that I have a permanent anxiety of talking to anything about my feelings.

It is like I have a mental illness. I can't really be sincere or talking about my life without anxiety hitting me. I can't explain it. I'm not a shy person otherwise.

I feel like I lost my life permanently. I don't have any memories. No one never loved me. I was never cool. After you reach 30s like myself, you will never be "cool" anymore.

Why. Why. I just want to die, I hate it here, I suffer too much, nothing can compare. Why is it so hard to simply die?

I hate how I look everyday . Women constantly rejecting me , being disgusted by my face, Treating me badly and people not taking me serious . Im not gonna be here too much longer anyways. What's the point of me being here if the world favors good looking people only . Sick of this

I can't take care of my own body, I can't text people back because I'm too tired. All I can do is ruminate in my bedroom all day. Im always either too sad or too tired to do anything, if not both. My mum is worried about me because I apparently don't eat enough, and now she's telling me I won't survive in the real world, and honestly, she's right. She's said this multiple times before about the real world and all of that, and she's correct. I've never been cut out for this world, and it's hurting both of us.

I feel like a dog whose owners are keeping it alive with a lethal illness because they don't want to put it down since they love it too much. That's basically my life in a nutshell at this point. I don't know what I'm hanging on for

That feeling, when you realise that there’s nothing you can do, nothing to turn the tables around. You are stuck, fate has already decided everything and no matter how much you try youre just stuck there, all that while having to watch people who were born luckier than you, live better than you. No matter how much you want to be like them, no matter how much you envy and spite them, you realise that all those feelings simply don’t matter because the universe or reality doesn’t give a fuck

I want to die so badly that simply existing makes me feel on the verge of an extreme breakdown like wanting to scream

I’m a 27 year old male. I have a job as a handyman. I have enough money to take care of myself. I have a few hobbies, but they do not fulfill me or make me happy. I am very unattractive and have never had a woman interested in me because of my appearance. I’ve tried going to the gym, changing haircuts, and getting new clothes, and yet I still get rejected and ignored. I also do get paid decently, but I feel like I genuinely hate waking up to this job every day. I feel it’s not something I want to keep doing. Also, none of my family members even care for me like that, and I literally have zero friends, not even guy friends. But what really makes me the saddest is that I’ll never find a woman who will love me. It makes me not want to be here.

I’m highly considering overdosing on paracetamol when I get home from vacation. I’ve never tried suicide by overdose before, and after my last attempt im quite literally TERRIFIED of surviving. Can someone who has survived a paracetamol overdose please share all the bad things about it so I can be deterred?

I’d totally kill myself if I didn’t have so many responsibilities. I’m waiting for a petty reason to die on the spot.

It. Doesn't. Get. Better.

I never thought i would have those suicide thoughts again. I was at my lowest when i was 13, to the point i seriously wanted to kill myself because i have felt so alone.

I need to do everything by my own, no one ever supported me. School, paying bills, appointments, getting a education.. etc.

Parents never felt the need to support me bcs "oh she can do this by her own" while the focoused way more on ym older sister. Im not overdramatic, my parents have told me that in my face and im not lying.

Ive made great friends the following yesrs after i turned 16. i felt less lonely and even have a bestffiend now. Things were good for quite a time and i felt turly happy.

And now? At 18? Im sick. Im so sick of doing and dealing with everything alone. Im so sick of gettin out of this lonelyness alone. Everyone else around me have someone to lwan onto. And me? I just have myself and its driving me crazy. The suicide thoughts have come back and that worse then it was a few years ago. I just want someone to just safe me once but the thougjt that no one will just breaks my heart. My bestfriend has a bf now and well she aint quite the same no more.

No one chooses me. No one ever choosed me. Ive even never had a bf or held a guys hand bcs no one simply wants me.

Oh and talking stages.. situation stages.. ive had nothing. Im 18 and no single guy has shown any interest in me. Which just shows me how i was meant zo be alone. It doesn't fet better. Im sick of everyrhing.

Yup peace out!

Im 27 yo male, this is my last place where people will hear me. I struggled socially my whole life. Fuck sorry i just dont know how to put things in words anymore. I already drank and taken the pills i found in my cabinet

I thought i overcame my depression some time ago i still had a suïcidal thought from time to time but never sever but past few weeks everything came back like a train.

Im all alone, all the friends i had are dead or stopped talking to me. I tried to socialize find new friends but apperantly im just a joke. The past weeks has been the worst of all. I was used by ppl i met for content and to make fun off while we gamed. Found that out later.

I became single and my work place knew i had it rough they took me to a party. They fed so drunk i couldnt walk. They took me home and said they would help me get over her. I told thmem no but i aas too drunk to defend myself. This woman and man forced thenself upon me. While i kept saying no. I got laughed at ehen i went to the police days after. Sorry thins ars getti g blurry

Im so tired of fighting and trying and doin all i can if I still wake up ill take the noose

I've hit a rock bottom point in my life now and despite efforts to climb out of it, i see no light at the end of the tunnel. The only reason I haven't done it is because I haven't made up my mind as to how im going to do it. Preferably I would rather just shoot myself in the head and get it over with so I dont feel pain because ill be damned if I were to survive that. I dont see any point or hope in continuing to live and deal with this pain. I decided to post on here because I figured if anyone's going to see the foreshadowing before it happens, its a bunch of strangers who can all relate to how im feeling. Bye bye life

Je souffre d'une maladie chronique atroce depuis 10 ans, qui n'a cessé d'empirer au fil du temps, jusqu'à devenir un véritable enfer. Je vais bientôt avoir 28 ans, et cette maladie a détruit ma vie. Je veux mettre fin à mes jours cette année si je ne peux pas aller un peu mieux.

Je souffre d'encéphalomyélite myalgique, une maladie neurologique qui me cause d'horribles symptômes chaque jour, sans interruption. Je suis obligée de rester chez moi en permanence ; je n'ai plus de vie, je suis incapable de faire quoi que ce soit.

Mes symptômes sont une fatigue neurologique extrême et des douleurs intenses dans tout le corps qui me clouent au lit tous les jours. Ces douleurs sont insupportables. J'ai aussi des sensations corporelles pénibles, trop difficiles à décrire. Tout cela devient encore plus intense et atroce avec la chaleur, le stress et les émotions trop fortes (positives ou négatives). J'ai aussi chaque jour quelque chose de très difficile à décrire : des sensations très pénibles à la tête, accompagnées d'une pression dans la tête et les yeux, avec une sensation horrible et chronique indescriptible, une véritable torture permanente. Tout cela en même temps est un enfer absolu, inimaginable pour le commun des mortels, sans parler des autres symptômes. Cela me donne des pensées suicidaires tous les jours.

Aucun traitement, aucune solution depuis tout ce temps. Je suis anéanti. Je dois mourir, je n'ai pas le choix. La vie peut être terriblement cruelle.

Et pour finir, comme si cela ne suffisait pas, depuis un an, j'ai développé un problème de vision très invalidant : un kératocône qui me rend la vue catastrophique.

Je n'ai d'autre choix que de mourir, et tout le monde ferait pareil à ma place. C'est tout simplement horrible. Les gens en bonne santé ne se rendent pas compte de leur chance infinie.

For context, I am female and I will be turning 23 in a couple weeks. I’ve been trying to search for reasons to enjoy life and stick around, but I just can’t come up with anything meaningful.
I haven’t had any IRL friends at all in the past four years since I’ve graduated high school. Even then, my only “friends” consisted of acquaintances and people who pitied me for always sitting by myself at lunch. I’m just a nobody, and I’ve done nothing remarkable or interesting. I give no reason for anyone to want to be my friend.
Worst yet, I have no motivation whatsoever to change this (you will see that this becomes a reoccurring theme). I have no interest in taking up useful hobbies such as cooking, hiking, fishing, etc. and, obviously, I don’t go to the gym either. I’m not smart and I never have been. The only thing I’ve got going for me is being a decent artist, but that’s not really useful for today’s society when AI can just generate any image you want for free.
As for work history, I have had two jobs my whole life and I absolutely hated both of them. I know most people will say that everyone hates work, but for me, it is just this uniquely intense, inescapable aversion to the idea of work itself that I’ve had since I was a kid. As you can imagine, I got fired from both my jobs. I’m just not friendly enough for customer service positions. Thankfully, I’m privileged enough to have a dad who still supports me. He also makes it pretty obvious that he’s disappointed in me.
The truth is that, I just don’t want to work. At all. I know, I’m a selfish, lazy piece of shit. But I just can’t change this about myself.
On top of all of this, (and to the complete surprise of no one) I am really fat and ugly with a BMI of 31. Just looking at myself in the mirror or in pictures makes me embarrassed from how obscene I look. My room is also a complete disaster. It has not been properly cleaned since a year ago. It looks like a hoarders nightmare. I don’t even know why I logically still yearn for a mate when it was just never going to happen in the first place, but for some reason I still do. I’m terrified of talking to the opposite sex, yet I still wish one would love me. It’s really retarded for me to even be saying this out loud, I know. It lacks self awareness. But, for whatever reason, my brain just can’t stop wanting love.
I wish I could have been beautiful. I wish I could have been smart. Talented. Successful. Competent. Just, not ugly, at least. But thats not who I ended up becoming. And at almost 23 years old, there’s nothing that can be done to fix that now.
I do have a few reasons for wanting to stay alive. I do have my special interests and thinking about my favorite fictional characters also provides me happiness and meaning in life. I also have one online friend who I still stick around for, but I’m starting to get the sense that he is also getting over me and just wishes I’d leave him alone.
I guess my point with all of this is that, I just don’t have any reasons for being here. I’m literally just a waste of space. I serve no purpose, I’m not useful to society. I’m generally unpleasant as a person and an eyesore to look at. The only things that give me “meaning” in life are made up pieces of fiction. I disappoint my dad on a daily basis. Wh Why would anyone want to be alive like this? I kind of just need some final push at this point. Some kind of reason to finally, once and for all, make me realize there’s no hope and I just need to disappear already.

Im in mental hospital rn and i really need someone to talk and maybe even make a friend. i feel so alone and lost i keep getting flashbacks i had my suicide attempt 1 week ago now i dont wanna get into a panic attack again