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Thread starterLigottian
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Still cling on to finding the right circumstances, job, friend(s), lover, etc. that will make you happy? Or at least make your life bearable? I'm old enough to know better, but I still do.
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Endtimes1, CursedSoul, Z-bar and 4 others
I was always a bit melancholic, but fine. Never considered killing myself or anything.
Then life gave me hope. It gave me jobs, self esteem and the girl of my dreams. For what, though? I lost everything. But now I know what it's like to have nice things. I can't go back to mediocrity, but here I am. How can I live knowing that I lived my dream just to wake up in this hell? Nothing I do can bring these things back. I'm doomed to a sad, empty, lonely life, until I die. So, no. I don't... Not anymore. Last year me had a great shot nd he fucked it up.
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anthontherun, Endtimes1, Life is pointless and 5 others
I still find myself dreaming about circumstances that might make me happy, but I know it's all folly. If I was rich enough, I dream about going to law school and devoting what's left of my life to the right-to-die movement.
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CursedSoul, ConstantPain and September5th
I do think that we truly can't predict what is going to happen in the future, but it's been a drab existence for such a long time now, that hoping seems too painful in case it really doesn't work out. I am weary of waiting now.
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artificial_ineptness, Life is pointless, Ligottian and 1 other person
Yeah I always dreaming about having a wife, that will be cool
But trust again people will be a challenge to me
I may exaggerating but depression and suicide is a everlasting condition, you can control it but no 100% free once you got it first time
My time limit for all that is 41, after that age I will not have much hope if I don't have any wife or secured profession
If I could afford to live in the country by myself with just my cats, I would totally become a hermit. Not saying I would be happy but I think I could maintain and tolerate life until my natural death. I know money doesn't fix everything or make us happy but to me it means freedom. Freedom to not have to deal with people or society is my one remaining dream.
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Shivali, Life is pointless, CursedSoul and 1 other person
Everytime I notice my brain being hopeful of my life I immediately remind myself that this world is meaningless, which is true. Once we die that's it. Lights out for eternity. Fuck hope.
i know i could be happy despite all the shit ive lived, i would just need a woman that would love me for what i am, understand suicidal pulsions, and still love me unconditionnally, i'm just asking for true love, but hey, for this shitty life of mine, it's already asking for too much. At least i know i'l be happy quitting this world accompanied by other SS members.
No. In my case there is no such thing as happiness. It does not exist to me. Nothing could ever possibly make me want to live and there is absolutely nothing here for me in this world. I do not want anything from this life as well, living does not interest me. Life just feels so empty and pointless. I only want non existence, as then nothing could possibly hurt me.
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