By now, the news of our defeat has reached the Earth. The creatures we were sent here to tame are untameable... And the colonies we were sent to reclaim have proven to be stronger than we anticipated.
Whatever you may hear about what has happened out here, know this: Alexei did not die a hero. I killed him... my pride killed him. And now my pride has consumed me as well.
You will never see me again, Helena.
Tell our children that I love them, and that their father died in defense of their future.
Au revoir
As sad as this thread is, I laughed pretty damn hard at this.
what the fuck...
very interesting reading these.
Its the ending to Starcraft broodwar, how do people not know this.... T_T
Probably psychotic glad you laugh at people with severe mental illness killing themselves.
You're clearly a good human and I'm glad you're around!
By now, the news of our defeat has reached the Earth. The creatures we were sent here to tame are untameable... And the colonies we were sent to reclaim have proven to be stronger than we anticipated.
Whatever you may hear about what has happened out here, know this: Alexei did not die a hero. I killed him... my pride killed him. And now my pride has consumed me as well.
You will never see me again, Helena.
Tell our children that I love them, and that their father died in defense of their future.
Au revoir
As sad as this thread is, I laughed pretty damn hard at this.
By now, the news of our defeat has reached the Earth. The creatures we were sent here to tame are untameable... And the colonies we were sent to reclaim have proven to be stronger than we anticipated.
Whatever you may hear about what has happened out here, know this: Alexei did not die a hero. I killed him... my pride killed him. And now my pride has consumed me as well.
You will never see me again, Helena.
Tell our children that I love them, and that their father died in defense of their future.
Au revoir
As sad as this thread is, I laughed pretty damn hard at this.
By now, the news of our defeat has reached the Earth. The creatures we were sent here to tame are untameable... And the colonies we were sent to reclaim have proven to be stronger than we anticipated.
Whatever you may hear about what has happened out here, know this: Alexei did not die a hero. I killed him... my pride killed him. And now my pride has consumed me as well.
You will never see me again, Helena.
Tell our children that I love them, and that their father died in defense of their future.
Au revoir
As sad as this thread is, I laughed pretty damn hard at this.
He could have some form of psychosis, you're a sick fucker.
By now, the news of our defeat has reached the Earth. The creatures we were sent here to tame are untameable... And the colonies we were sent to reclaim have proven to be stronger than we anticipated.
Whatever you may hear about what has happened out here, know this: Alexei did not die a hero. I killed him... my pride killed him. And now my pride has consumed me as well.
You will never see me again, Helena.
Tell our children that I love them, and that their father died in defense of their future.
Au revoir
As sad as this thread is, I laughed pretty damn hard at this.
Probably psychotic glad you laugh at people with severe mental illness killing themselves.
You're clearly a good human and I'm glad you're around!
Scroll back through the thread, It an obvious troll.
Ahh, thought it was an actual note you found somewhere.
Still though there are people who convince themselves that they're in a movie or something and if the character kills themselves they'll do the same thing.
On April 16 2012 15:23 MrSkyfire wrote: friend linked me this as i'd been going through some dark things lately.. dno what about it kept me going but it did.. thought i'd share with tl, but i found it with search (dont need to be banned for not search .. last thing i need ..)
Trina, a college student, 21 years old
Fall quarter I called Suicide Prevention. I'd called them before and the people were nice, but this time the woman acted a little indignant. "Why the hell do you want to do something like that?" she asked. We talked until she said she had other phone calls. But she made me promise I wouldn't try it without calling back first. I had a bottle of Coricidin from a wisdom tooth operation. I'd been thinking about it for a month off and on. Much later that night I took ten Coricidin and went to bed. I woke up in the morning feeling really rotten -- weepy, groggy. I could hardly move I thought I was going to die any minute. My roommate came home and got a friend to drive me to the school infirmary, where they gave me something that made me sick to my stomach. The doctor who gave it to me calmed me down. She said it happens to a lot of people, the pills wouldn't hurt me. I felt tingly, like I might pass out any minute.
I was immediately taken in a wheelchair to the psychiatrist's office. I talked to him about five minutes. He kept yelling ta me about why did I take the pills, why didn't I do this or that. I remember thinking, boy this man is a real jerk. I told him I didn't want to see him any more. He said, "That's fine," and put me in a locked room with bars on the windows. I couldn't make phone calls. I felt humiliated, which made me angry. I'm not crazy. I'm not weird. I don't want people to look at me like I'm nuts. I'm not some nutty kid who tried to knock herself off. I was most angry at being stuck in that room. I expected to be put in a straitjacket any minute. I complained until they moved me a pretty room and let me make phone calls.
I was there about two weeks. My psychiatrist kept harping at me about school -- was I going to stay in or drop out? I saw him ten minutes a day. The other patients and one orderly helped me a lot more than he did. I just wanted to find a place where I could be alone and think about things. I left feeling like not much had been accomplished, except letting me know that I didn't want to attempt it again. No -- I feel like I've become a lot more sensitive to people. I don't look at their problems as trivial any more. I almost like it when my friends come to me with problems. I feel like I can help now. I still haven't told the two people I was most angry at -- my father and my boyfriend -- why I was in the hospital.
so close to home it is unreal..
i keep going because of my friend, maybe these notes will give someone some persepctive like it did me
When you go threw shit, you always come out stronger. Its wierd, because most of the things that drive people to suicide are mental conflicts. If you can fight that mental battle and win, then I feel those are some of the strongest people in the world. Physical pain holds no weight in their lives, they have already conquered the mental pain.
I think this is true too. Any idea why the brain does this?
People tend to think of surviving through something as an accomplishment. It's not, but it strokes their ego and over time they become desensitized pricks that will continue their parasitic and hedonistic lives as long as possible never amounting to anything. I know this because I may have once felt like a strong person and not just because I know a lot of douchebags.
On April 16 2012 15:23 MrSkyfire wrote: friend linked me this as i'd been going through some dark things lately.. dno what about it kept me going but it did.. thought i'd share with tl, but i found it with search (dont need to be banned for not search .. last thing i need ..)
Trina, a college student, 21 years old
Fall quarter I called Suicide Prevention. I'd called them before and the people were nice, but this time the woman acted a little indignant. "Why the hell do you want to do something like that?" she asked. We talked until she said she had other phone calls. But she made me promise I wouldn't try it without calling back first. I had a bottle of Coricidin from a wisdom tooth operation. I'd been thinking about it for a month off and on. Much later that night I took ten Coricidin and went to bed. I woke up in the morning feeling really rotten -- weepy, groggy. I could hardly move I thought I was going to die any minute. My roommate came home and got a friend to drive me to the school infirmary, where they gave me something that made me sick to my stomach. The doctor who gave it to me calmed me down. She said it happens to a lot of people, the pills wouldn't hurt me. I felt tingly, like I might pass out any minute.
I was immediately taken in a wheelchair to the psychiatrist's office. I talked to him about five minutes. He kept yelling ta me about why did I take the pills, why didn't I do this or that. I remember thinking, boy this man is a real jerk. I told him I didn't want to see him any more. He said, "That's fine," and put me in a locked room with bars on the windows. I couldn't make phone calls. I felt humiliated, which made me angry. I'm not crazy. I'm not weird. I don't want people to look at me like I'm nuts. I'm not some nutty kid who tried to knock herself off. I was most angry at being stuck in that room. I expected to be put in a straitjacket any minute. I complained until they moved me a pretty room and let me make phone calls.
I was there about two weeks. My psychiatrist kept harping at me about school -- was I going to stay in or drop out? I saw him ten minutes a day. The other patients and one orderly helped me a lot more than he did. I just wanted to find a place where I could be alone and think about things. I left feeling like not much had been accomplished, except letting me know that I didn't want to attempt it again. No -- I feel like I've become a lot more sensitive to people. I don't look at their problems as trivial any more. I almost like it when my friends come to me with problems. I feel like I can help now. I still haven't told the two people I was most angry at -- my father and my boyfriend -- why I was in the hospital.
so close to home it is unreal..
i keep going because of my friend, maybe these notes will give someone some persepctive like it did me
When you go threw shit, you always come out stronger. Its wierd, because most of the things that drive people to suicide are mental conflicts. If you can fight that mental battle and win, then I feel those are some of the strongest people in the world. Physical pain holds no weight in their lives, they have already conquered the mental pain.
I think this is true too. Any idea why the brain does this?
People tend to think of surviving through something as an accomplishment. It's not, but it strokes their ego and over time they become desensitized pricks that will continue their parasitic and hedonistic lives as long as possible never amounting to anything. I know this because I may have once felt like a strong person and not just because I know a lot of douchebags.
I died two years ago and discovered that everything I had been taught and told was a total lie, a figment of my imagination, a prison. All it took was a small donation of ego. So don't bother putting me down again (world parents GF) because no effect is generated by insulting a space that's empty. I found something that can't be taken is infinite and boundless only hidden by tons of shit heaped on us. Love.
By now, the news of our defeat has reached the Earth. The creatures we were sent here to tame are untameable... And the colonies we were sent to reclaim have proven to be stronger than we anticipated.
Whatever you may hear about what has happened out here, know this: Alexei did not die a hero. I killed him... my pride killed him. And now my pride has consumed me as well.
You will never see me again, Helena.
Tell our children that I love them, and that their father died in defense of their future.
Au revoir
As sad as this thread is, I laughed pretty damn hard at this.
On April 16 2012 15:23 MrSkyfire wrote: friend linked me this as i'd been going through some dark things lately.. dno what about it kept me going but it did.. thought i'd share with tl, but i found it with search (dont need to be banned for not search .. last thing i need ..)
Trina, a college student, 21 years old
Fall quarter I called Suicide Prevention. I'd called them before and the people were nice, but this time the woman acted a little indignant. "Why the hell do you want to do something like that?" she asked. We talked until she said she had other phone calls. But she made me promise I wouldn't try it without calling back first. I had a bottle of Coricidin from a wisdom tooth operation. I'd been thinking about it for a month off and on. Much later that night I took ten Coricidin and went to bed. I woke up in the morning feeling really rotten -- weepy, groggy. I could hardly move I thought I was going to die any minute. My roommate came home and got a friend to drive me to the school infirmary, where they gave me something that made me sick to my stomach. The doctor who gave it to me calmed me down. She said it happens to a lot of people, the pills wouldn't hurt me. I felt tingly, like I might pass out any minute.
I was immediately taken in a wheelchair to the psychiatrist's office. I talked to him about five minutes. He kept yelling ta me about why did I take the pills, why didn't I do this or that. I remember thinking, boy this man is a real jerk. I told him I didn't want to see him any more. He said, "That's fine," and put me in a locked room with bars on the windows. I couldn't make phone calls. I felt humiliated, which made me angry. I'm not crazy. I'm not weird. I don't want people to look at me like I'm nuts. I'm not some nutty kid who tried to knock herself off. I was most angry at being stuck in that room. I expected to be put in a straitjacket any minute. I complained until they moved me a pretty room and let me make phone calls.
I was there about two weeks. My psychiatrist kept harping at me about school -- was I going to stay in or drop out? I saw him ten minutes a day. The other patients and one orderly helped me a lot more than he did. I just wanted to find a place where I could be alone and think about things. I left feeling like not much had been accomplished, except letting me know that I didn't want to attempt it again. No -- I feel like I've become a lot more sensitive to people. I don't look at their problems as trivial any more. I almost like it when my friends come to me with problems. I feel like I can help now. I still haven't told the two people I was most angry at -- my father and my boyfriend -- why I was in the hospital.
so close to home it is unreal..
i keep going because of my friend, maybe these notes will give someone some persepctive like it did me
Seems like a very poor psychyatrist. I've spent some time over at /r/suicidewatch talking to people who need it, and the basic things you should read about before posting there explains how to talk to people with suicidal thoughts. This psychiatrist haden't made a proper evaluation or was just bad at his job.
I understand that the people on r/suicidewatch mostly mean well, but in my experience a lot of them are infatuated with the idea of "saving someone's life omg". Then again, my views on depression and mental health issues are reasonably divergent from the mainstream.
To everyone in the thread who mindlessly repeat "Suicide is quitting." "People who commit suicide are worthless and selfish."
F U.
Shows that you have a lot of fucking growing and expanding to do. Like someone mentioned earlier; Killing yourself to get back at others or to prove a point is silly. And unfortunately the letters prove that this is sometimes the case. And unfortunately lots of teenagers kill themselves before life ever really gets going.
HOWEVER. People also kill themselves because they legitimately feel they are better off dead. Leaving notes behind to anyone who cares about them apologizing for putting them through grief. Never doing so to make anyone feel bad, or to change the world.
If you haven't sat at home with a gun, a knife, pills or a length of rope. Simply pondering your existence. If you haven't stood by the train tracks or sat with your feet dangling over the edge. And seriously considered if non existence would be an improvement... You have no right to ever judge the people who have. Ever.
If you think you know. If you think that everyone no matter what they have been through should simply "suck it up." If you think less of someones who hurts so much that they are willing forfeit life. I will give you another resounding F U.
That moment will either be your end, or it can be your rebirth. There is a certain liberation to consciously, and in a very real way making the choice of whether you want to continue. Many times I've heard "I didn't ask to be born." or "I wish i had never been born." Well here is your chance to reset that score. Here is your chance to choose. You end it now, all your pain will go away, you will no longer exist. There is no pleasure, no pain, no nothing. You are free. Or you put down the gun, put away knife, return the pills to the cabinet and throw the rope in the basement. You watch the train pass and lay down to watch the sky instead of the ground, streets or water below. And if you can, you change your life. Recognize much of the stuff that brought you here might be bullshit.
This is the point people reach for different reasons. Some simply can't face the prospect of going on. And know, that some have very good reasons for feeling this way. Others realize that death is not the answer to their particular problems. No matter which path they choose, these are all people who are there for a reason. Don't dare think less of them unless you have intricate knowledge of how and why they ended up there.
By now, the news of our defeat has reached the Earth. The creatures we were sent here to tame are untameable... And the colonies we were sent to reclaim have proven to be stronger than we anticipated.
Whatever you may hear about what has happened out here, know this: Alexei did not die a hero. I killed him... my pride killed him. And now my pride has consumed me as well.
You will never see me again, Helena.
Tell our children that I love them, and that their father died in defense of their future.
Au revoir
As sad as this thread is, I laughed pretty damn hard at this.
Ahhh, Alexei's sacrifice and Dugalle's guilt. Their friendship will be remembered.
We all start out as perfectly happy little children. Unfortunatly, as we grow, most of us hate ourselves because we believe we are worthless, inadequate and other things society tells us. As a result we will insure that others die perpetuating the cycle and sometimes us. We will either awaken or die. Most prefer death.
On April 16 2012 17:22 VanyarExile wrote: To everyone in the thread who mindlessly repeat "Suicide is quitting." "People who commit suicide are worthless and selfish."
F U.
Shows that you have a lot of fucking growing and expanding to do. Like someone mentioned earlier; Killing yourself to get back at others or to prove a point is silly. And unfortunately the letters prove that this is sometimes the case. And unfortunately lots of teenagers kill themselves before life ever really gets going.
HOWEVER. People also kill themselves because they legitimately feel they are better off dead. Leaving notes behind to anyone who cares about them apologizing for putting them through grief. Never doing so to make anyone feel bad, or to change the world.
If you haven't sat at home with a gun, a knife, pills or a length of rope. Simply pondering your existence. If you haven't stood by the train tracks or sat with your feet dangling over the edge. And seriously considered if non existence would be an improvement... You have no right to ever judge the people who have. Ever.
If you think you know. If you think that everyone no matter what they have been through should simply "suck it up." If you think less of someones who hurts so much that they are willing forfeit life. I will give you another resounding F U.
That moment will either be your end, or it can be your rebirth. There is a certain liberation to consciously, and in a very real way making the choice of whether you want to continue. Many times I've heard "I didn't ask to be born." or "I wish i had never been born." Well here is your chance to reset that score. Here is your chance to choose. You end it now, all your pain will go away, you will no longer exist. There is no pleasure, no pain, no nothing. You are free. Or you put down the gun, put away knife, return the pills to the cabinet and throw the rope in the basement. You watch the train pass and lay down to watch the sky instead of the ground, streets or water below. And if you can, you change your life. Recognize much of the stuff that brought you here might be bullshit.
This is the point people reach for different reasons. Some simply can't face the prospect of going on. And know, that some have very good reasons for feeling this way. Others realize that death is not the answer to their particular problems. No matter which path they choose, these are all people who are there for a reason. Don't dare think less of them unless you have intricate knowledge of how and why they ended up there.
This would be the best post in what has been 8 pages of louzy comments, I agree 100% with what you are saying sir.
To everyone in the thread who mindlessly repeat "Suicide is quitting." "People who commit suicide are worthless and selfish."
F U.
Shows that you have a lot of fucking growing and expanding to do. Like someone mentioned earlier; Killing yourself to get back at others or to prove a point is silly. And unfortunately the letters prove that this is sometimes the case. And unfortunately lots of teenagers kill themselves before life ever really gets going.
HOWEVER. People also kill themselves because they legitimately feel they are better off dead. Leaving notes behind to anyone who cares about them apologizing for putting them through grief. Never doing so to make anyone feel bad, or to change the world.
If you haven't sat at home with a gun, a knife, pills or a length of rope. Simply pondering your existence. If you haven't stood by the train tracks or sat with your feet dangling over the edge. And seriously considered if non existence would be an improvement... You have no right to ever judge the people who have. Ever.
If you think you know. If you think that everyone no matter what they have been through should simply "suck it up." If you think less of someones who hurts so much that they are willing forfeit life. I will give you another resounding F U.
That moment will either be your end, or it can be your rebirth. There is a certain liberation to consciously, and in a very real way making the choice of whether you want to continue. Many times I've heard "I didn't ask to be born." or "I wish i had never been born." Well here is your chance to reset that score. Here is your chance to choose. You end it now, all your pain will go away, you will no longer exist. There is no pleasure, no pain, no nothing. You are free. Or you put down the gun, put away knife, return the pills to the cabinet and throw the rope in the basement. You watch the train pass and lay down to watch the sky instead of the ground, streets or water below. And if you can, you change your life. Recognize much of the stuff that brought you here might be bullshit.
This is the point people reach for different reasons. Some simply can't face the prospect of going on. And know, that some have very good reasons for feeling this way. Others realize that death is not the answer to their particular problems. No matter which path they choose, these are all people who are there for a reason. Don't dare think less of them unless you have intricate knowledge of how and why they ended up there.
While reading this thread I hadn't noticed that it was made in 06. It would explain a couple of things that I felt while reading it. Though some people where being to harsh or mean but being 6 years old explains things.
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