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Why Me? Here is a safe space to let it all out, where you can rant about all the bad things life throws your way. Sometimes it just helps to ask "why me?"
WE DECIDED MY BEST INTEREST, how can you know, how can you say what MY BEST INTEREST is? What are you trying to say, I'm crazy? Well, I went to your schools, I went to your Churches, I went to your institutional learning facility, so how can you say that I'M crazy? (Suicidal Tendencies)
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January 31st 2014, 08:30 PM
Don't feel like doing all this work. I'm exhausted.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
Re: Complaint of the day -
January 31st 2014, 10:37 PM
my friend tried to kill himself, everyone that mean something to me is backing away.
i can't stop crying
From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about
How all my worst fears are letting out
He said, "Why put a new address on the same old loneliness?"
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Re: Complaint of the day -
February 1st 2014, 01:47 PM
With my obsessive hand-washing comes really chapped hands in the winter.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
Re: Complaint of the day -
February 2nd 2014, 03:46 AM
I can't fucking do anything right. I mess up absolutely everything with everyone. Don't know why anyone would want someone like me. I have "fuck-up" written all over me.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
Re: Complaint of the day -
February 3rd 2014, 03:17 AM
My back is absolutely killing me.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
Re: Complaint of the day -
February 3rd 2014, 02:01 PM
Apparently someone from my school found my account either on here or another site which I blog on and are telling lots of people about my problems??
Yeah so might have to delete my blog.... any way to do so?
Re: Complaint of the day -
February 4th 2014, 02:12 AM
I am really stressed out right now and I'm not sure how to handle it.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
Re: Complaint of the day -
February 5th 2014, 07:38 AM
Okay, so you ignore me for two months and then suddenly you just look and smile at me and say hi like I'm supposed to be happy with the way things turned out. Yeah, right.
I could dwell on my problems... But I'd rather make a milkshake...
Re: Complaint of the day -
February 5th 2014, 10:52 PM
So nervous for this particular test tomorrow. I have to memorize five different turns and be able to draw them in a diagram. Have so much to do. I haven't had any free time this week. Ugh.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
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February 7th 2014, 02:13 AM
My chest feels tight, I feel out of it. Stupid anxiety. Triggered. Want nothing more than to [Edited].
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
The axe forgets, but the tree remembers
Last edited by Chris; February 7th 2014 at 05:41 AM.
Reason: Removed Graphic Content.
Re: Complaint of the day -
February 8th 2014, 03:58 PM
My dad's f-ING truck won't start.
All my plans for today=canceled until it can start again.
Praying to the truck god currently.
"Don't tell me you're not beautiful. You're the kind of beautiful the blind would see if we could figure out some way to give them three seconds of sight." -- Shane Koyczan
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February 10th 2014, 01:41 PM
Well, thanks a lot, Java installer. You say you're corrupted but you are actually not. Way to go. You betrayed me, and now I can't enter the chat room.
Articles Team Member // Buddy (20/01/2014 - 30/08/2014) // Associate HLM // Article Editor
Re: Complaint of the day -
February 11th 2014, 02:59 PM
I feel terrible about my weight. I can't eat.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
Re: Complaint of the day -
February 13th 2014, 03:46 AM
3 suicides in a week at school... wow
From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about
How all my worst fears are letting out
He said, "Why put a new address on the same old loneliness?"
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Re: Complaint of the day -
February 13th 2014, 05:32 AM
The school changed my lock on my locker that over had for two years and when I went to go get the combination (they don't tell you that they change it) they lost the combination...
Re: Complaint of the day -
February 13th 2014, 03:12 PM
I woke up really late. And the storm was pretty bad.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first