Musicocd said:
Secondly Kien, I think you need to see your GP or at least talk to someone about how you're feeling.
I'm not feeling horrible all the time but I always feel that life is pointless and that I can never be really happy. I have a few friends but I hardly spend anytime with them, not even talking on msn. They don't have much interresting in talking or spending time with me becouse I am not a very interresting person. Similar in school which I started last year. I hear how people talk in the friday afternoon of what their going to do in the evening while I know that I will go home alone. People hardly talk to me at school. I know I am a not very interresting person, but sadly it doesn't remove my need for human contact. Some rare times at weekends after I have just come gome I can't fight against the tears anymore.
I feel stupid enough that I can't resist posting here. Talking about problems is stupid. Feelings are not to be showed. No one finds it pleasing to listen to someone elses problems, it's something you find just bothering.
And what's the big deal with people telling that they want to die? Someone finds life boring, big strange deal... not. I have told a little bit too much to my friend, mother and sister and they all tell me that I should talk to psycologists and shit and makes a big deal of the whole thing. I don't want to do any such thing. It's my life. Don't care untill I tell yout to.
About knife, I'm really feel that I want to buy a nice expensive sharp knife, I have a hard time deciding
which one though. I hava a little 'addiction' weapons in general, and I'm thinking that a really sharp knife would be good for scratching oneself. I happends a few times that I make light scratches on my throat or over my heart. It's quite frightening lying in the bed feeling the tip of a knife moving over you. Sometimes I hold the knife upwards and let it rest with it's tip down at my throat. The sting makes the heart beat harder and faster which makes the blood artery in the throat expand as it over and over fills with blood, pushing itself against the knife tip, makes it hurt a little bit more every time fueling the unpleasant feel which makes the heart continue to beat hard.
One time when I felt that my brain wanted to fill me with lust to 'fantasize' when I was sleeping, but since I hate sexuality I started to quickly scratch over my heart to make the hormones go away, and it worked very good. When feeling the pain of a knife over your bare chest your heart switches from punding of 'excitment' into fear, I tell you.