Post number #544511, ID: 5b305e
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I can't enjoy anything anymore... I don't want anything from this life. I've always loved music, I've always dreamed about becoming a musician. Now it all feels fake, like an illusion
Is this what people think about before they kill themselves?
Post number #544513, ID: 31f8b2
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There are 2 options with something like this. Deep depression or invent something. If the world is boring, you have to entertain yourself or you'll get bored to death
Post number #544515, ID: 7b6f4c
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Maybe, maybe not I started thinking like this for a while and didn't suicide What got me out of it was love and then betrayal and then anger, now my feelings stabilized but I feel like I'll reach that point again eventually
Post number #544662, ID: d7822d
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>>5b305e OP I feel your pain...the whole becoming a musician is the only that keeps me from not wanting to die all the time but then you think you're not enough and you don't even want to bother some times...most of the time I stare at my ceiling just thinking "why am I here?"
Post number #544663, ID: d7822d
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But yeah don't kys it's a lot of work and most people don't think about the aftermath...if you survive, if you don't there's always a lot left behind that's irretrievably broken...take if from me I tried bunches of times
Post number #544673, ID: 46e12b
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Wow. I felt like that not long ago. I'm really glad I didn't kill myself, because after leaving the town I've lived in since I was 12 I met a lot of new people, and now I feel fine.
It turned out all along there wasn't anything wrong with me, it was just Florida. People here always disagreed when I told them, but now I can say I have proof.
Sometimes you just gotta gtfo OP, maybe moving far from home will freshen your lust for life anew.
Post number #544675, ID: f2939c
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>>544673 of course it had to be Florida
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| I can't enjoy anything anymore... I don't want anything from this life. I've always loved music, I've always dreamed about becoming a musician. Now it all feels fake, like an illusion
Is this what people think about before they kill themselves?