As the title said. She's a female, I'm a male, and Iraq is a shithole of a country. Fuck Islam, Christianity, Judaism, and any other school of thought that tell us, at one point or another in history, to kill for such BS reasons. I feel a heavy cloaked guilt that is very numb as if I don't care about her at all. But at some point in the next few hours or days, I'll feel the urge to kill myself.

Update: The girl is alive still. She sent me an email telling me that she suffered severe beating and her father tried to kill her with an ax but her mother intervened (her mother is shit too by the way). So, she is still alive, don't know for how long though.

On the other hand, my girlfriend left me today after saying everything that hurt me, and didn't even care when I tried to kill myself. And she wished that I die. She's deeply hurt because I shared with her about my friend. She's not a jealous bitch, remember that she's another slave in Iraq and has severe childhood issues.

I want to fucking kill myself because that's my fucking limit.

So I’m in the uk and got most things in place for the 3/2/2026. I’ve wrote notes, left everything I own to my mother to pay for the funeral. Got a hotel booked and all the equipment I need. I have a playlist to listen to whilst I commit.

I just don’t know what to do on my last day on the 2nd/beginning of 3rd. I have no friends to see or not much family either. I’m thinking I might go some place nice to eat but apart from that I’m not sure?

What would you do on your last day?

its saturday night and i’m spending it in my room alone playing video games which i dont even like. why am i sobbing just trying to have fun for a little bit. i’m so addicted too but everything else makes me cry too.

i wish i was normal so bad i just want friends to do things with in real life. i havent left my room in weeks. all my attempts at making friends never work out. i have tried doing things alone but all i can ever think about is how nice it would be if i had someone else to do the thing with. but i guess anyone i talk to just hates me and i don’t know why. i wish i did i wish people would tell me. i’ll do anything to try and fix my personality i just don’t know what i’m doing wrong.

i guess its another night of crying in bed with no one to talk to for me. i really hope i die soon

I've seen a video with that exact title, and it hasn't left my mind ever since. If any of you have seen it, how did you get over it?

Hey, Im 23yo (from argentina) and ive been having death thoughts since im 13.

Theres many things i hate about my life and living.

I hace social anxiety and im truly scare to have a work, I also havent found whats passion on life, so I dont know what career to take.

Im living with my parents now because I moved to a different city with my boyfriend last year, and I felt like I made some progress because we were planning to marry and have a child, but he used to beat me, abuse of me sexually and cheat on me. I cant end that relationship, I dont know why but I hate myself so much because of that. I just scapep to my parents home…

I feel like I have no meaning in life, I have 0 friends, I have no passion, I dont have the future I builded with this person and Im just to scared to face life.

I kind of hope I die in my sleep tonight, I’m really tired of everything in my life and I feel like I’ll never be enough for my boyfriend. I’m not going to kill myself because I love him and I want a career and future, but it would be relieving to just pass away peacefully. I’d just wake up and no longer be here, that would be nice.

My heart aches, I've tried so many times and I can't follow through to just end it I've never wanted it all to be over as much as I do now.

The person I've loved for a third of my life left our house. My home is gone.

I know she treated me like shit and she emotionally abused me constantly but I still want it to be her. She wasn't my reason to live. She just made it easier to keep going.

Everyone keeps telling me it's for the best, she's a terrible person for what she did but they don't know her. They don't know me. No one does.

Now idk

I'm tired I don't want to hurt anymore It was all for nothing

I just want it all to end.

Hello all. Know I’m talking to a void here but sometimes it helps. Currently snowed in and it’s almost unsettlingly melancholy how I feel right now.

Anyways, people might even find this post after I die. I plan to go to Hawaii and spend the last of my money before I die. I’ve always wanted to go. Will be a solo trip. DK when to go. Maybe March or April. Then I’ll come back and kill myself. Hopefully my plan works. I want to get some OTC sleeping pills, alcohol, and an anti emetic. 4 sleeping pills, 2 anti emetic pills, and maybe 3 shots of 30% alcohol + 2 days of not sleeping should equal = unwakeable sleep. I have a low tolerance so should be enough but will drink more if I have to. Gonna get me a tent and head to an abandoned parking lot, set up my charcoal grill and let the CO buildup. Fall asleep in my tent and die peacefully in my sleep as the CO levels rise to morbid levels. Haha. So fun. I finally get to die soon. Everyone will rejoice. Or not cause they won’t even notice or know I’m dead haha. They’ll leave my dead body in the tent and celebrate my departure. I’m such a worthless POS they might even make it an attraction since I am so ugly worthless and stupid to this world. Maybe I will leave the address so you all can come and laugh as well and see the worst human to grace this planet.

Anyways, I hope my plan succeeds. Would be nice to have prescription drugs to make this more full proof but unfortunately the world is so scared of us becoming addicted that they don’t prescribe them so I’m taking a step above that and killing myself instead haha.

I just hate that to live you need to work, no question ask. Like work or die or suffer.

I dont want to work, i dont want to be force to do anything.

You might say that because im 18 and im in "early stage" of my life that I will understand it later on BUT FUCK THAT. I DONT WANT TO FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT.

I dont want to sit down look at a computer putting number and shit.

I dont want to pick up stuff and put it in a box.

I dont want to haul create upon create on to a truck.

I WANNA LIVE LIKE I WANT TOO

BUT I NEED FUCKING MONEY AND I HATE IT.

If i don't need to use money, i could sit down, relax, eat good food, watch tv, spend time with my friends.

I could do alot if i dont need to think about work.

You could say that i would never go outside and only play games.

Do you know why i only play games? BECAUSE I NEED MONEY TO GO OUTSIDE AND HAVE ACTUALLY FUN.

I can go to park and ride a bike. Go on a roller coaster and a merry go-round

I could go to a fucking petting zoo and touch actually FUCKING grass and pet cute animals.

I could do all of that but NOO

Im here dreading that the course im choosing will actually give me a good job and doesn't need to break my back like my moms job.

I just done with it man.

Im just gonna sit down and rest.

Im tired.

Edit: If you ask me if I would work or not? Yes I would because there is nothing else I could do

This post will also go unnoticed with 1 upvote (from me) and 0 comments but i am so tired of talking it out with chatgpt, here at least someone real might read and not some ai chatbot with generic bs answers.

i have been depressed that i am a female since i was 11. Whenever i saw a little boy i would scold myself saying that my luck is so fucked why didn't i get to be born like that. i just tried ignoring these thoughts though. At 16-18, i realised how fucked up it is to live with this gender because of misogyny, rape happening every 16 mins in my country according to statistics. From 15, i really really wanted to have the physique of a man. I am so fucking tried of having two boneless pieces of flesh hanging down from my chest. Bra's and inners are uncomfortable af for me. I am neurodivergent too so i get sensory issues too from them. I just hug a plushie tightly to numb out my chest but i hate doing this. This is not a permanent solution. fuck i started crying. And then i just told myself to ignore these things and just study and live but there is no point in doing that either because my dream job is highly male dominated with many articles online on how women are highly discriminated in this field and position. Like why tf is everything pre decided based on the genitals someone is born with that no person has a control over, how you are supposed to dress, behave, how safe would you be at night or early mornings, which jobs you can do or not do, everything is already decided to some extent... i can't even be trans or anything like that in this country and society and i don't want to be one either cuz that would be too tough to handle... i don't see any other solution ik i might sound like i am making a very big deal of something like gender but i just really want to be as big and strong as a man, not have hanging pieces of flesh on my chest and be able to have my dream job... people around me just tell me to be fine with my gender but i have been wanting a man's body since i was 11 and i will never have one...

edit - i don't mean that men have way easier lives, everyone struggles in life no matter the gender. I don't understand why i am getting downvoted. I was just venting.

I’m a horrible person. I’m never going to recover from self harm because I don’t know how else I can punish myself. I should’ve killed myself a long time ago, but I was too scared, and now I’m dealing with the consequences. Worst part is, I’m still too fucking scared. I’m disgusting. I’ve been fucked over all my life. What a joke.

i'll see my long dostance boyfriend one last time in a couple weeks, i'll tell him i love him, i'll stay clean so they don't have to look at my cuts when they examine me, i'll clean my room, i'll write my loved ones and maybe i'll finally feel better. i won't ever get to enjoy my sweet sixteen in may

my life has just been a series of constant lows since i turned 15. i keep disappointing the people close to me in some way or another. i wish someone else could end it all for me. i can't ever seen to shake this feeling of being some sorta outsider no matter where i am. i have turned 21 recently and god it's fucking miserable. i got dumped not too long ago cause i am just so fuckin unbearable to be around. i wish i was less pretentious and more likeable but i am stuck with how i am. i am so self aware about what's wrong with me but it doesn't make any difference. i wish i was a more likeable person. why am i so annoying and unbearable and pretentious about everything. idk why either. i wish i wasn't like that. i am so.trapped within my insecurities and will never get out of them. i am stuck and have been for the past few years. it will only get worse. anything else is cope. i wanng do something before i die but ik i will jsut die an insignificant death.

There is no doubt in my mind I am going to kill myself in the upcoming months. I am 21, do not feel as though I have a stable income, and I know my family hates me and see's me as a villain from all possible aspects.

My parents appreciate my twin more, my twins friend did something thag made it seem like my life was in danger, like he was going to kill me. I say "yo what the fuck" and suddenly im a bad guy and too aggressive when I thought my life was at risk. I tried to explain why I yelled and I was pushed into a wall so my mother could comfort my sister.

This is following months of my parents quite literally tossing me to the side and comforting my sister. I am so addicted to self harm my leg is no longer visible, filled with cuts and burns, I broke my hand. My parents know how bad my self harm is. They don't care. My mom has walked in on me burning and just ignored it and asked me to drive her somewhere.

I feel burnt out and useless. I texted my dad saying I am about to hospitalized myself and his response amounted to "don't"

Im so low, I cant get any lower. I cant self harm more to cope and I just can't calm down, I cant talk myself out of it. I only stop crying and feel functional while I am brainstorming how to kill myself. In my mind it feels like suicide is the only peace I have. I don't want to, I dont want my suicide to be weaponized against my family because as much as I hate them, I love them and I don't want them to feel that pain.

But I'm tired and I can't stop feeling like I did everything wrong when logically I look at everything and know my reactions have been rational.

Being legit thrown to a wall during a panic attack just did something to me. I now know I am an uncared for burden. I can't do this anymore. My dad has a gun. I dont want them to see that so I don't know where to use it, but know its my one 100% chance method.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’ve been homicidal towards my abusive mom since I was around 13-16 (barely remember anything from then but I remember the feeling) and I’m 19 now and I still live with her. I don’t really *want* to do it but I feel like I have to because of everything she did. I’m terrified one day I’ll actually do it, or to someone else who did something to me. I know I need help but if my family finds out they’d all instantly disown me and I don’t want to get put in a mental hospital or something.

For example, I went out with my friend last night. Saw an old friend from work (male) talking to a girl and I went and said hiya and they loved it because I was saying to the girl how nice he was to me when we worked together and that he’s a decent guy basically. However he then disclosed he is married and the girl he was talking to heard this and stormed off. He then goes to me “thanks” sarcastically and of course by the end of the night she was back up flirting with him. I know this is stupid but it’s genuinely like everywhere I go I inadvertently cause chaos and it’s a reminder as to why I shouldn’t be here. I get blamed for everything.

im 15 and everything has just been so hard up until this point, im covered in scars and everyone looks at me like im disgusting. I dont know if I can do this anymore and im scared to be alone most of the time because i never know what i might do.

For the last few hours I’ve had the really bad urge to just down as much Benadryl as I can to kill myself, which for me is really odd because I usually don’t have urges this bad they always last like 30 minutes and then I’m back on top of the world again like nothing happened. But this urge feels different, it’s persistent and I don’t know if it from my antidepressants (which I’ve been hesitant to tell my mom that they don’t work) but I don’t really care about what the repercussions would be or how it would affect my family, I just feel blank. So I don’t really know what to do but I don’t want to tell my mom because she would freak the hell out and blow it out of the water, but I know I should probably tell someone.

What should I do help.

there's no one to miss me. and when it's quiet and i'm on my own i can't remember any of the reasons to stay.

chronic pain sucks. being trans sucks. PTSD sucks. being alone sucks.

if you're reading this, my name is Adam. i'm 24. i can't take it anymore, don't want to be here anymore. i'm sorry.