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I know this may sound stupid but it bothers me everyday. Before my 18 year old sister died, I owed her 20 dollars. I was 15 at the time and never expected her sudden illness to be fatal. Now, three years later; I am 18 and somehow still feel guilty over something as stupid as owing somebody 20 dollars. I know deep down that my sister would never be upset about something so stupid, but I still feel so so so guilty. It keeps me awake at night and I can't figure out why. It's so become almost obsessive and I don't know how to fix it.
I had to bury my dad in November 2013, he had cancer. I haven't managed to get over it yet and it's very hard for me to even think about him.
January 2014, my grandmother died, too. And this isn't hard for me to tell. She's dead for a month now and I don't miss her anymore. I moarn about the death of my dad more than the death of my granny.
I feel bad about it. I loved my granny so much.
Please, forgive me.
I'm 16 and used to self harm on my wrist until my friend saw the cuts on my wrist and told a teacher who then told my mum I blamed it on my dog and they all believed it so I switched places to my stomach, top of my legs and top of my arms. I tried to overdose on about two boxes of painkillers and some other tablets I fell asleep and when I woke up I was in loads of pain being sick. I don't know what to do but I don't want to talk to my family. I blame myself for my aunties death
Now i am 25 year old.When i was 22 my crush rejected me, i got heartbroken and entered into a relationship with another classmate of mine. After I got into relationship with my classmate,my crush called me few times but I rejected her call. I was continuing my relationship with my classmate.One day when I was kissing my girlfriend(i.e. my classmate) in college campus a guy saw us kissing and he spreader the kissing story in whole college(My crush also got the new). After that incident my girlfriend dumped me and started talking to other guy. Although I was in relationship with my classmate I wasn't in love with her.I loved my crush since I was 21 and now I am 25 and I still love her. yesterday I proposed my crush and she said NO. (Its my story )
JUDGE ME,DIRECT ME,HELP ME
I AM ASHAMED, HEARTBROKEN, I AM LOST.
IF YOU CAN HELP ME.GUIDE ME PLEASE.
I'm going to kill myself. I'm not sure when but I can feel my death stalking me every second of the day. I had a stroke at a pretty young age a few years ago. I didn't have any physical residual problems but emotionally I'm fried. I have a constant feeling of dread that lives deep in my gut, something that seems to be stuck inside my esophagus. Sometimes I feel ok, but thoughts of how I'm going to die are never far from my mind. I really want it to end.
Today, I dressed myself as death, with a scythe and a hood and walked through a nursing home.
I never had so much fun in my life before.
#death #scythe #hood #nursing #home #fun #life #confess #evil
While our kids were in school, my husband and I had to let our dog Maco be put down. He was already very old and has several tumors in his lungs. That happened 2 days ago. But we were both too scared to tell our children because they loved Maco by all their heart. They would never forgive us if they found out that we let this happen. So for 2 days now, we act like Maco went missing, we even helped our kids to create missing posters and they are spreading those posters now in our neighbourhood.
Sometimes I wish I was dead. I live in a country where it's really hard to get a gun, so if it would be easier, I would already be dead...
I’m my own hero.
As a boy I looked up to people. Cops; Mike Jackson; preachers, Bill Cosby.
Mike mollested boys. Bill drugged & raped women.
Preachers scam elders out of $. Push disabled kids out of their churches (my own child experienced this); treat gay teens horribly, & push poor & disabled kids out of their schools.
Now I have to accept police are corrupt. I still believe most cops are good; but I have researched story after story during the pandemic. The last straw was watching police hunt down & shoot an unarmed autistic child. The cop who did this will not be arrested or charged.
So I must accept as flawed as I am; I was a much better person than my hero’s. I’m the closest thing to a hero I’ve found in my life. I fought for women; the disabled; the homeless; children, & gays.
I’ve saved lives. Yet I’m nothing but a failure. No one likes me. I hate myself. So the best person I could find in my entire life was me; & even I don’t like me.
I have been in love with a man for three years who is ten years older than myself. I am 23; we try to talk via skype or other means weekly, or as much as we can. We have had beautiful experiences in various countries and both travel far to meet one another. He is in love with me too, telling me this and trying to figure out how we can relocate to be together. We each have someone else, so there is another issue with our affair...he is in the marines and will spend two months in a dangerous country beginning April and I am terrified for his safety...to make a long story short, I miss him more than anything, and don’t know how to process the idea of his potential death...
When my friends grandma (I also knew her quite a bit) died I felt nothing, I only felt guilty for not feeling bad. But I shrugged it off as she was only my parents friend.
That was a while ago, but I still felt nothing when our beloved dog died, my grandma died and when my childhood friend died; and he was only 20. I feel wrong for not feeling bad, but it's not like I can make myself sad. WTF is wrong with me?
And yes I know my secret isn't as good as others, I'm a boring person.
What do you think... is it ok to lie to a person that is dying? That is a question I get to ask myself over and over again for the last 3 years. My Dad was very sick. I do not want to say too much about it to protect my identity, but after his diagnosis, we knew that he did not have much time left. He needed a kidney transplant and he needed one fast.
My sister and I immediately went to the doctors to see if we were a match and could save his life by giving him one of our kidneys.
I remember that my sister's appointment was on a Tuesday, mine was following the next day on Wednesday.
Here comes the horrible part... I never went to my appointment. I was drinking and partying the night before and overslept. It was such a terrible, horrible and terrifying time and I used to get my mind off things by doing a lot of wrong stuff with a lot of wrong people.
I woke up in a haze on Thursday afternoon to a frantic phone call from my sister telling me that she was no match. She was crying hysterically and beyond reasoning. I still remember that moment. I could have said that I forgot my appointment and that I would make another one. But a lot of other stuff happened before (I do not want to talk about it in detail), that I was ashamed to admit it. In this moment, I was certain, if my sister was not a match, I would not be one either.
So, I lied. I said I WAS at the appointment and that I also was not able to donate.
In that moment I really believed that the universe would not be so sadistic and evil as to let my kind and good father die because of his terrible excuse of a daughter.
Well, he lived for 3 more months. They were not able to find a match or a donor in time. And I will never know if I could have saved his life.
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I have an interest to go online and look at pictures of dead people. Then I like to laugh at them. The dead bodies dont disterb me, even when their organs or blood is exposed. I'm not sorry holocaust victims and dead people but I guess I should be...
I am a drama queen. My life is actually not bad but I overexaggerate everything and create problems were there aren't any. I am in a relationship, got a loving and caring family, got a job and I live a good life.
I thought about leaving my boyfriend just to get more attention. I need the interest of others and I guess I am a very strenuous person.
Sometimes I think about dying and imagine how everyone around me would react to my death. It satisfies me to know that a lot of people would be devastating.
When my grandfather died, I was so angry with him that I refused to go to his funeral.
Even now, 2 years later, I regret that I didn't take the chance to say goodbye to him one last time.
Death. I almost died right before this pandemic hit. I’m so tired. I saw so many hurting. I did my best to offer encouragement. To offer advice. To try to save some who were hurting. To help the people I love.
But death finds us all. It’s undefeated. I don’t know how much longer I can fight this disease off. I’m amazed I’m still alive.
I think I’m going to have to stop trying to help random people. It’s my nature to do so. But I just don’t have anything left to give. Plus I’m alone. Someone told me I’m selfless. That probably is true. But even a star eventually burns out.
I’m so lonely. I’m going to die all alone. Oh I’ll never just give up. But I can’t hold Back death forever. I kept hoping someone would need or want me again. But this pandemic & fate seems to have conspired against me. The world is full of sadness. I did my best to make it smile.
If this is my end I finally pulled my mask off and winked at the world. I fear I may have wasted much of my life giving too much of myself. Perhaps I was just an idiot when all is said & done.
I guess I'm one of those who need a lot of attention. I am a real drama queen. But I don't intend to be like that, it just breaks out of me...
Do you also have phantasies about your death? And I mean not how you gonna die, but how it should be when you are dead? If someone would be sad and how others would react?
I do.
I often envision the worst and most terrible things that could happen and I even enjoy it when I get sympathy, so I tell lies and worsen stuff to get it.
I am a terrible person....
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