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We all think about it at one point; death and what it’s like… We all hit that breaking point in which we ask ourselves what we are good for and blame ourselves for failing all the time and leading miserable lives. Maybe sometimes things happen. Maybe they happen for a reason, maybe it was meant to be this way. Continue reading →

You wouldn’t know what it is like-lying there. Watching people press their ugly faces in on you. It was….odd. Not to where I didn’t understand but to the point where it didn’t make sense. He really messed me up. I mean, really.

I didn’t know why he did. Until then. Until the time came. Until……death.

Not exactly what I would call MY “fantasy.” But it was surely his. His fantasy he enjoyed. I would of if he hadn’t done things so…..erotic. I’ll explain.

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People are nautrally afraid of things that they cant not change . they fear death and not just death they fear that there is no life after death thats why they came up with these heaven and hell and rencarnation. Continue reading →

many wished death, she wanted it the most. charlie was her best friend. they had good times together. went everywhere together.even sometimes slept together. she knew she hated her life but others were worse. “charlie will comfort me Continue reading →

She stared at the wall, the silent wall, a wall that couldn’t speak, though – that wall of her room was one of her few friends in this world
She always asked him questions – questions about people outside, questions about people who have a life, about forests, the forests out side, of sunlight, and clear skies.
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Why is it that everyone wants that one week, day, moment of breath then any else? We fear death, but for what? We all die and should be happy when we die because we won’t be in this fucking world any more! Embrace death, enjoy it. Fuck, half of us kill ourselfs anyway. Let go of your material possesions, friends, and feelings. In the end all we have is ourselfs. The question is would you really want to live forever? I wouldn’t.

Everyone im around is always happy and they think im always happy but this smile is just a mask to cover up a face of lonlyness and, bored’m everyone is like his so happy theres nothing wrong in his life but there is everyday it the same thing i wake up to the fucking alarm, i get dressed go to school come home sit around that it and im tired of it i just fell like busting out of my skin (i have no idea what that means but it something to do) i think maybe i just might kill my self i been making excuses not to do it but i cant take it no more.

She lay in his arms crying saying she loved him all he could do was say it will be ok and hold her close the built had hit her heart she would not make it. As tears fell down her face and blood spilled on to his hands at that moment it felt like their hearts were one they had never felt this much love. Continue reading →

I have thought long and hard about what I would tell you in this last letter. I have spent many countless hours in deep contemplation trying to find the words to convey the severity of the situation I am now faced with. But even after all my struggling, I find only the anguish of defeat, and the sorrow of everlasting loneliness. For the words I feel I must speak to you I cannot. Because I know not what those words are. Therefore the effort is futile and meaningless in its purpose.
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My suicide note,
By Rage ….

Hey , people..by the time you find this letter I should be dead or lost or in a coma. You see this is my last connection to the world and the people around it. Before I go any further I’d like to say hi mom and dad. I love you guys very much. Sorry for doing this to you , but I don’t know how else to ease my mental suffering. Continue reading →

Why can’t I kill myself?? Why do I get scared? I want to do it, but I have such a conscience…I thought I had enough prowess to do it…but I am weak. Sometimes I think maybe if I just hurt myself enough not to die, but make it applicable enough to put me in the hospital. So then I can see the reaction, of those who supposedly love me…. Continue reading →

What was the point in going on. She had rejected him, that was it. The end had come. He practically dragged himself into his bedroom. His thoughts were of her. She was his soul mate. He understood her decision. He only wished she had told him so that they could have left together. Together… Continue reading →

I’m up in my room, waiting for you to come. Long ago, before you left me, you promised me that whenever I felt lonely, or needed you, just to call you and you’d be here. Now, I’m here, feeling lonely, calling out your name. A few hours pass, and you’re still not here. Continue reading →

She was filled with anger, sadness, and despair.
Luckily she was quiet, had a beautiful smile, and long blonde hair…
She dreamed of a boy..the only thing that made her life worhtwhile..after everynight she cried herself to sleep. Continue reading →

Lying there,in what she came to know as her bed,dreams of memories she distinctly remembered poured into her mind.They were happy memories of past events that some seemed to happen not too long ago.She dreamed of the first time she had met her love,Damion;lovely black hair glistening in the moonlight,his eyes sparkling so as they gazed into hers. Continue reading →

the burnt remains of my plagued body shuddered, it wasnt supposed to be like this.
I remember how it all started, all those years ago when humanity sealed the door to saviour.
We were to confident in our own supremacy belived that nothing could bring us down. Well nothing could we brought this over ourselves, we scorched the skies for the mere profit of being able to sell false sun energy.
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A boy sat in class trying to understand what the teacher was saying when he felt something hit his head he turned around and saw a couple of boys laughing in the corner he then said out loud “stop it you guys” and the room grew silent and the teacher spoke “is there something you want to tell the class” and the boy said “no ma’m” the teacher then said “good then you want mind staying after school” and the teacher started teaching again and the boy thought “you’ll get what y’all disserve tomorrow”……..

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every night before she went to bed,she’d pray to be dead. and every morning she cries and asks god why? why her? why couldn’t he make her die. more tears fill up in her eyes, as she falls to the ground. she goes kiss her mom, dad, brother, and sisters. she writes a note that says goodbye, for this is the last day she’ll be alive. she goes in her room and closes the door, walks to her drawer, and takes a sharp dagger out, and lays it on her bed. Continue reading →

Dear Ash,

I want you to know that I miss you, more than I can say. I remember the way you looked at me, I remember what you wore that day, I remember what you said. I remember the way my skin prickled when you touch my hand, the warmth that spread every time we touched.

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“I’m ashamed to say that I come from my family. I confronted my parents and they denied the whole ordeal. When I showed them Janie’s journal as proof, they went silent. I’m going to do what Janie couldn’t do. I’ll bring my parents to justice. My name doesn’t mean shit to me. I’ll publish her journal entries one by one in the paper. I hope they crucify Rick and my family. They deserve it, for Janie’s sake.”

– Carrie McRoberts

“I wish she would have talked to me. Maybe we could have worked this out together. I confronted Rick with the pages and he broke down in tears saying that he didn’t mean to hurt the baby, and how he never meant to hurt Janie. That’s bullshit. He knew exactly what he was doing. He just got caught and now he’s afraid that I’ll tell the world. And I will. He should have died, not Janie.”

– Samantha Conway

“What’s an image? It is something we portray to the world instead of our true selves. I am not a victim of circumstance. I chose this path and now I have to live with my decision. I chose the image. I just hope that when I die, my true self, not my image will live on with people. Most of Ridgemont will remember me as the ‘perfect girl.’ Only Sam and Carrie, I fear, will remember me. What a shame that when I die only two people will have known the real me.

–March 10, 2003

I wish I could talk to Sam. To tell her what’s bothering me. I can’t talk to Lisa about these things. She wouldn’t understand. Rick’s very mean. He hurts me a lot more now and I don’t know how to make him stop. I’d talk to Carrie, but I don’t want to burden her with my problems. She has enough to deal with. Sometimes, I wonder if she knows that I love her.

–March 17, 2003

I’m pregnant. I told Rick and went ballistic. He didn’t want a baby and when I told him that an abortion was out of the question he beat me pretty badly. He kept punching me in the stomach. I doubt the baby has survived.

–March 24, 2003

I’ve started seeing an out of state doctor under a fake name. The baby’s doing okay. If it’s a girl, I’ll name it Samantha Carrie McRoberts, after my two friends. If it’s a boy, I’ll name him Darren Nathaniel McRoberts, I like that name. I’m a month long and the doctor says everything’s okay. I’m not going to tell Rick. I’ll just let him find out when I start showing. I don’t want to keep it from him, but I don’t want him to hurt the baby.

–April 23, 2003

I just got home from the hospital. I broke down and told Rick about the baby. He beat me bad and I miscarried the baby. He doesn’t regret what he did at all. Knowing that my big mouth killed my baby is tearing me apart inside. Mom and dad found out and they decided not to tell Carrie. They think that Rick did the right thing and they won’t even let me have a funeral for the baby. They think I have disgraced the family. How could I come from such a cruel family? I hope Carrie never turns out like them.

–April 30, 2003”

– Janie’s journal entries

“Her ‘friends’ huddled near mom and dad lending them comfort. I stood by Sam. She was Janie’s true friend and everyone knew it. She and I said our goodbyes and then headed to her house to look at Janie’s journal. We wanted to know why and we were determined to find out.”

– Carrie McRoberts

This is written by one of my dearest friends, a very sweet girl named Carey. Show her some love.

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Nobody spoke to the little figure, lying in his own private room, at the end of the ward.
He was a cute kid – or had been, in some other lifetime. A solemn, serious looking child with beautiful, big, dark eyes; ringed around with blood and bruises.
Actually, once you looked, it was hard to find places that weren’t scarred or bruised – some of the scars were old and some new. It didn’t seem to matter how old they were – he still flinched when you touched them.
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Sitting on his porch on a snowy night in January, Chris wondered why his friends were gradually moving away from him, how they were all but a memory now. Maybe it was his failing grades, his increased drug usage or maybe it was the fact that he had started cutting 2 months ago and some people in the school found out. Continue reading →

“I barely remember the funeral. I was still in shock. It seemed like all of Ridgemont High was there. She was popular, but I never realized how many lives she touched until then. Her closest friends, myself included, comforted her family. Her sister stood near this goth girl. They didn’t look sad at all.”

– Lisa Norris

“We didn’t want to believe that Janie had killed herself. We wanted someone to blame for our loss. The police were very understanding and yet very firm that all foul play had been ruled out. All evidence pointed to suicide. But every time someone said that, all we thought of was ‘why?’ Why would our little girl want to die?”

– Belle McRoberts

It seems there is only loneliness to be found in this dark hour, of all the things that we regret in life, all those things that have gone past and cannot be undone. Dark Knight, you have walked this path unknowingly, although you may have felt you were serving a greater cause in the begining of life.

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“PROMINENT RIDGEMONT HIGH STUDENT FOUND DEAD

Janie Nicole McRoberts, age 16, was found dead late last night in her bedroom. Police have ruled this case as a suicide. A memorial will be held this Friday at 12pm at the Ridgemont High School auditorium in honor of the young girl. Continue reading →

You took your knife,
ran it gently across my neck.
Letting me know that you were gonna take my life.
Im pouring down tears,
trying my best to hold them back because i know it makes you mad.
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