going to kill myself, had enough of life's s**t

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what's the point in me even living anymore? i screw up everything, i'm stupid, can't maintain friendships, have trouble relating to people, trouble finding a job, hate college, impatient and overall a really f*****g dull boring and miserable person to be around. I'm 16 and i doubt i'm ever gonna do anything worthwhile with my life so the f**k's the point in me even consuming air at this rate? I know I'm not the only one with problems but nobody gives a s**t about me so i'm better off dead anyway

I've seen several 16-year-olds saying that they want to kill themselves. Coincidence?
Anyway, people who say this don't go ahead and do it. Someone with the real intention to commit suicide doesn't tell anyone.

You're going to college at 16? I don't know how the education system is layed out in other parts of the world.

Things are not as grim as you think. I felt like you when I was 16 but I got over it. It's just an aspie phase, so hang in there.

Your title will actually scare a lot of people away from posting in case they say the wrong thing. There is a lot of useful information here about how you can improve your situation. Stay around a while, read and talk about individual problems, you will get some useful responses.

OP we really can't help here if you are feeling this low. Please talk to someone about your suicidal thoughts, there are helplines to call, the samaritans in the UK (08457 90 90 90), someone posted a number for the US in your first thread. See a doctor, if you haven't already, and ask about medication.

Life goes up as well as down. Best wishes. NW.

If you're going to college at 16, you must not be doing too bad.

You have a future ahead of you. You're only 16. I felt the same way at 16. You'll notice that other people that age feel that way. It's part of growing up to get depressed and feel like everything is futile.

To my suicidal friends:

I watch the stuff. I hear it. You know, those "videos". And I wish that most of it was true. . . . .
I wish that I was a valued person in this world. I wish that I had someone to lean on. I wish that I had friends. And a family that cared. According to those videos, they are your only help in this fight. (Like they'd know what this fight actually is. Gosh, you know, if I were to tell someone that I was gonna kill myself, yeah, they would surely say "No, man!" Actually, nobody wants the mess. The shock. Or even the thought of unpleasant things.) But I have no one. Maybe like you. That is largely why I am suicidal. Duh. Really? You bet. Know what loneliness is?!?
I never made it out as anything. I was destined for failure. I was actually led down the road to failure. But, you're right. It's my fault. Hey, look at me! I'm the Devil! Come shoot me for making your life bad!! Sorry that I was born. But according to those stories and other "helpful" help, I am the best thing that ever was. Not a failure. Not a waste. So, I shed the tears. But not the thoughts.
Everyone would cry if I were gone, and miss me. Yeah, I guess you have a point: unless they were psychopaths or sadists or masochists everyone would cry. Even though it is just for themselves. I should just reach out for the mockery, the scorning, the "you're such a baby", the-OOOPPSS-(my bad, forgive me, I didn't mean to put that in) the love and the support that I would never-WHOOPS-always have received if I would have just got off of my lazy butt, stopped crying, and asked for it. You bet.
So, my friends, this is how the story actually goes. I didn't go into detail about how it started, or why, but this is my story (in brief). Your story. All of our stories. The ones never told or not believed. The ones that are just the "same old, same old." But listen. Really listen. So there's no one for you. Nobody cares. But you care. You didn't ask for this. Or any of the sick stuff that is in your life. You want to be normal. Not left in the shadows. But look, people, this hell isn't forever. I would know. It, for me, lasted all summer (three months of the severe depression attacks, Mondays and Thursdays) and then it was gone. Three months of mad, racing thoughts of how to kill yourself. Three months of going mentally blind. Three months of faintly hearing "it's going to get better". Someone was there. And whoever it was. . . . cared. It is watching you, too. When no one else would give a darn, It did. It isn't a human. It is more. Whatever It is, It cares. Just like you do. And when you get to the other side of this nightmare, because It walked you through safely, you will be a super hero. A superior being. Like It. And you, will also be like that little voice someday. Because when you hear of someone who is also suicidal, you will have authority when you speak and say "it's gonna get better". Not like anyone else. But like unto It.
Now, you must fight and pick yourself out of this wreckage that is your life. It will help. But it isn't easy. Since no person is here for you to talk to, you've got to talk to yourself. No, really! You will have to walk forward, one day at a time. Tell yourself that. Just don't stop. Because that is what the Evil Things want you to do. As well as kill yourself. Even though that doesn't always work, in terms of success. You'll just end up bleeding and the emergency crews will come and your parents will come and give you that "I can't believe you, you backstabbing brat" look and shed crocodile tears and your "friends" will just tell you of that party you missed and the list goes on. And if you do succeed, nobody will cry for you. They're just going to cry for themselves. But if you would just hold on, you can avoid the embarrassment and the harassment that this would cause. You will come out stronger. And even though the sun isn't shining at the end of this tunnel, guess what, a train isn't either. You will come out, not smiling, but alive. Battle scarred. But a warrior. Now that is something to be proud of. Something that no one can take away. Something that most know nothing about. But you do. I do. And so do some others on Wrong Planet.
So hold on, knowing that I will respect whatever decision you make. . . . I just hope that I could make a difference. . . .

The Clown

College in the British context means Further Education rather than Higher Education (we call that University or Uni). It's a place where anyone over the age of 16 can go to do anything from re-taking their GCSEs/A Levels to vocational training to supported learning for people with moderate-severe learning difficulties.

My advice to the OP is that you're still very young and because of that you have a lot more opportunity to right the wrongs in your life than older people do. The older you get and the more choices you make, the more paths get closed off and the harder it is to make meaningful changes. You're 16. You can be or do anything you want. The only thing stopping you is your self-confidence.

The most important thing to remember about adolescence is that you're making key life choices at the time when you're least fit to make them. If you can remember that and look before you leap, you'll do fine as an adult.

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People, when posting in heaven, please don't forget that only supportive posts are allowed.

pyromatic, i hope you feel better soon. Please call suicide hotlines if needed.

16 is a hard age. I went through a sort of depression and deep internal struggle from ages 16-19, and I was suicidal to the point where I had decided *how* I would do it and considered it many times. I never told anyone how bad off I was, because I didn't think people really cared enough to listen.

But I loved my mom and my dad and my sister, and I didn't want to put them through that. I don't really blame them for why I was so down. On the outside, my life looked "perfect." I was a good student, I came from a good stable family, my family didn't struggle financially, I was doing well in music, everything looked good. But my internal struggle was hidden, my problems were hidden, and at that point the people I needed to listen weren't really there for me.

But I held on. I am glad I did. So very glad. Life does get better. The late teen years are the WORST. Hand in there. Keep going. Keep looking for people to reach out to. You reached out to us. That is good! Talk to someone on a helpline. Talk to a trusted teacher.

I had *one* teacher in high school who said at the end of every class that he stayed in his room at least 1/2 hr after school every day in case a student needed to talk to him about *anything.* EVERY DAY he said this, and EVERY DAY I felt like he was saying this for *my* sake. But I never went. So many days, my feet wanted to go to his room, but I fought it. I was too embarrassed. I wish I had gone to see him. I would have gotten help a lot sooner. Please, please, please if someone in your life is offering an ear, take him or her up on it.

If any of that is true, if, then know that things will change. There were times that were not like this, and there will be those times again. You may think that the world is not built for you, that it is built to perpetuate selfish needs, and that you were never meant to *make it* in this world, or that you are not worth anything. You can either decide that this is true, and change it, or decide that it is not true, and start to build yourself a happier life.

Don't compare your life to others, and don't let people tell you that others have it worse. They don't know what you are going through, and they can't know unless you tell them. Have you ever told someone they don't understand? If they want to understand, them help they. They must care about you, and want to help you. Sometimes you need to help others to help you.

And if you think no one cares about you, about your life, look at the people posting here. Even if they know nothing more about you than that your are in pain, they care about you. There will be people closer to you who care, too.

Screw people, you don't need them. Live for yourself and do what you like.