QUOTE(anima @ Mar. 2, 2007. 12:34 PM) [snapback]210573[/snapback]
QUOTE(Cedar @ Mar. 2, 2007. 11:37 AM) [snapback]210274[/snapback]
Something, someway, somwhow, you were giving a life to do as you please with, to use, and flourish from that. Not wallow in a hole thinking about how it will end, or how you can end it.
Live life to it's fullest, don't even make suicide cross your mind
It's pointless.
That's what you say right now, in a probably "cozy" (relatively) life, but what'll happen if suddenly the whole world flips around and you end up being caught in the avalanche? I've been through that kind of stuff, and I've gone up to trying to hang myself. I can tell you, that kind of sensation of emptyness/misplaced being really is dire. but I'll go into a quick jab of storytelling before giving my full opinion.
I came from a "somewhat" rich family - my father being a biochemist, life was cool, problemless, living in Belgium was fun...then I moved to england; I went to the european school, in a class full of fuckers (I'll tell you why afterwards); and then, my father had the idea of making his own company by stealing from the one he worked for. That lasted for 3 long years before I inadvertently found the data, got curious, and told my mother, who then gave it to the company. Boom; one guilt. The downfall of the family.
Second one is when I went to Reading, and saw my father with
someone else in the street - if I had just shut up, the divorce wouldn't have happened. Second guilt, and that's not the end. Straight after, I felt quite awful - mental warfare from my parents, trying to alienate my sister and I. My class picked up that I was having some difficulties, and...made me feel so bad I tried to hang myself (that just about proves Leo's point). After that, I gradually lost all interest in life, except when I was with one person in my class. the only person who didn't try to ruin me. After 6 months, she made me understand that she didn't do anything because she might gain something from the bargain. Another try of the rope.
Then...I gradually started getting better and better at physics and maths, and I also fell in love. I didn't tell anyone in my class - you can imagine why. And that person two-timed me, just to finish off any thought I had about the world and how it could be good. Fortunately this time I didn't go right up to try and kill myself.
Almost everyone ignores the fact that I've tried a few times to kill myself - in my class, I don't exist, anyway. It's the kind of feeling where you seem to be invisible to everyone, except when there's something bad. That slowly kills me every day; fortunately it'll be over in 5 months.
That's my story.
Now, for the suicide...Honestly, Cedar, I've lived life to its full extent:
- I've been both good and bad at the things I liked
- I've loved, and been deceived
- I was once poor, once rich
But most importantly, I saw the ugly,
evil nature of the world. And if it wasn't for a handful of people who appreciate my presence (on the internet, mostly. Although at school it's my maths teacher, IT technician and philo teacher). If it wasn't for those few people, I probably wouldn't be around anymore. And I hate to say, my ex-girlfriend saved me once, only to ruin me even more afterwards. That's the true nature of people - taking PLEASURE in ruining someone's life.
(Appreciate the effort. It's the first time I've confessed the whole of my life openly - only I know all the details. It took me a good cry to get over remembering the details I tried to forget for 6 years)Note: Before you read this, i'm not "Getting back" at you for anything, I am merly sympathising with you, I too have tasted the "fruits" of life. And keep in mind though you have at both our ages experienced life at it's full extent, we are still only 17/18 years old. We have along way ahead of us.
I have experience the ups and down of moving and such. I moved from where I was born with close friends and such, from Canada, to Seattle to start a new. In Canada I have to admit, we lived very poor lives, almost in poverty if anything. My father recieved an amazing raise in a job at Boeing. Our lives get on track. In Seattle I make the best friends I have ever had, i'm popular, and I fall in love. We live in a small, yet beautiful house in suburbia, neibors, kids in the street, a complete chill awesome life. At this point, at the hight of things, i'm with the woman I love, everything is smooth, the great Boeing lay-off happened. Due to my father being a contractor, he was one of the first to be layed off.
We re-assure ourselves, ok, we have the engineering degree, we can get picked up pretty quick back on our feet. Nope. Funds grown to the point of bankrupsy, we have to sell our house and wait on a job, my father now works at a "Swans" job (Drives frozen food around selling it to people), and we live in an apartment with no furniture. At this point things start getting desperate, though I am still in my hight of school life and I still have my love, a job pops up in a wonderful state called South Carolina.
We move, great benifits, new job, excellent right? Well, for my parents. I lost everything, I lost her, I lost all my friends, I lost my clothes, I lost everything that kept me up, everything that mattered to me. I still kept in touch with the girl I loved, though, wait, my old best friend ended up being not so much of a friend and raper her. I can't do anything because i'm 3000 miles away, I spiral into a depression.
The depresseion causes me self woe to an extemity, I take up what I think its the best way of relieving myself, and thats drinking. Well, that didn't help obviously, drinking your life away just makes things worse. I had no friends down here, I had no life, I really had nothing to live for, my parents were never home, and the school system was less educational than taking a bath in monkey fecal matter. Atleast when you do that, you learn not to take another one. And other things got worse that i'm not obliged to talk about on this forum, but things got raelly bad, and lets say, I had a "Play on suicide" I never wanted to, but the "jump" thought was always there. The iea running across my head of "If I broke both my legs, would people notice?" kind of a deal.
Well push goes to shove, I asked myself one day after about a year of depression, a trip to a doctor and phycaitrist, zoloft, and other medications, "Why?"
Asking myself that, tore me out of my life of woe, and made me a new, better, stronger, faster person.
And here I am today, happy as ever. I have a girlfriend, I have decent grades at this god for saken school, and I have alot of friends. It just takes that extra leap, there is no need for attempted, or thinking of suicide.

And the things that I am not obliged to talk about on this forum, were very bad, so please don't ask about them.
Cheers-
-Cedar
P.S. - Just so you know, your not the only one who has experienced a mixed life, there are people who can relate. Just throw a message and whatnot and there is help. - to all the people who wish to cry out.