Right so I'm 17 and I really want to kill myself, I have tried on many occasions but just not had the guts to do it. All I think about all day is when I can cut myself again for that short time of feeling "on top of the world" . I have begun to take pain killers (about 4 or 5 at a time) and it has a similar effect to cutting myself but still doesn't do a lot. I have tried therapy, it isn't' working and each day just gets harder and harder. I'm the sort of person that no one could guess I'm depressed, I seem like the happy one. A part of this depression is the face I have no friends, and I mean no friends I finish work and sit at home ll night, my social anxiety stops me from going out. I have only had sex once, only had one girl friend, not someone I liked just someone I sort of settled for but that didn't last long. I was bullied throughout school, on my own, some days I wouldn't eat just so I didn't have to sit eating on my own. I have had to deal with a lot of death, some of which made me feel guilty because someone like me, hating life, gets to live but popular people with loads of friends and like life die. Anyway back to the whole killing myself thing. I was going to do it before 2013 but I ended up with a girl friend (she had car at my work, she was someone who I went to school with and my bosses neighbour so something like that will never happen again) so I didn't kill myself but that only lasted a month or so so I am wanting to give it to the middle of summer but I have a feeling that i might not make it until the end of next week.
If I could meet a girl who I liked that would allow me to get into a social life but none of that is going to happen because of my social anxiety and if I did find someone they would run a mile after seeing the scars on my arm. Anyway I'm miles away from any sort of hospital and probably will end up on the flyover above the A64 ready to end everything.
If I could meet a girl who I liked that would allow me to get into a social life but none of that is going to happen because of my social anxiety and if I did find someone they would run a mile after seeing the scars on my arm. Anyway I'm miles away from any sort of hospital and probably will end up on the flyover above the A64 ready to end everything.
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