An update on the OFCOM situation: As you know, censorship around the world has been ramping up at an alarming pace. OFCOM, the UK’s communications regulator, has singled out our community, demanding compliance with their Online Safety Act despite our minimal UK presence. This is a blatant overreach, and they have been sending letters pressuring us to comply with their censorship agenda.
Our platform is already blocked by many UK ISPs, yet they continue their attempts to stifle free speech. Standing up to this kind of regulatory overreach requires lots of resources to maintain our infrastructure and fight back against these unjust demands. If you value our community and want to support us during this time, we would greatly appreciate any and all donations.
No contentment here
No contentment there
Pain in my chest
Churning in my gut
Sadness in my heart
Regret in my thought
Confusion
Disgust
Anger
A soul cries out in silence
Reactions:
Maggotymaggots, Dead Meat, RaphtaliaTwoAnimals and 1 other person
I just emptied my library and packed my books in boxes so I don't see them for the rest of my remaining days. I also want to hide them so my mum won't cry whenever she sees them after I'm gone. I used to LOVE my books and would buy a book just to be happy but it has been a almost 3 years now since I actually could read and understand what is on the page. It is strange that I felt something while packing them because I have been numb for weeks now. It felt sad and painful to touch them and lay my eyes on them for the last time. I'm saying goodbye to the whole world in my own way. My body will die and will be hidden in a grave and my books will be buried as well in these boxes. The old me is really gone and it is just a matter of days or weeks before I physically depart this existance.
I feel this. Reading was one of my favorite activities. I have a bookshelf in my room holding my organized collection. I walk by it and it sickens me because I cannot get any enjoyment anymore. I fucking hate myself for not being able to concentrate/retain information. It kills me how much I've lost/how low I've sunk. Need death.
Reactions:
Deafsn0w, Maggotymaggots, lv-gras and 3 others
Nembutal....what "horrifying" way to go says 99% of humanity who also doesn't realize that going to sleep peacefully is much better than fucking letting nature fucking devour your fucking body violently against your fucking will.
Last edited:
Reactions:
NumbItAll, Deafsn0w, lv-gras and 8 others
Is this really what my life has come to? Posting memes on Reddit, playing games and posting caps on it online, just so that I can get some positive feedback and for someone to agree with me for once, just for the sake of fake points.
I'm lonely. Jobless, despite knowing that I could get a job I hate but can do. But I choose to not call and set up interviews because I'm too scared and want to mooch off my mom's hospitality a little bit longer.
Everyday is darkness, I have no friends or anyone to relate too, I watch tv/movies whole day. I diagnosed myself as having depression and anxiety. I know I have both, I know I have anxiety more, but I also wonder if I just say that to either fool myself or self destruct.
Though the fact that my mind makes up hypothecticl, irrational and ilogical situations to make me afraid, and getting worse as the days go by, is proof of my anxiety.
I regret staying alive. And yet still now I feel like I'm forced to kill myself. I dunno when I went from wanting to do it to being strongarmed into doing it. But it's so unfair that I have to do it.
Where do I go from here? What do I do? How do I find myself? How do I fix it? I guess I'll never be brave enough to know.
Even though I can totally relate to your experience it breaks my heart to see you in this dillema. Hopefully we can all one day find peace of mind and soul.
Reactions:
thatguyakira123, Deafsn0w, lv-gras and 1 other person
Hello. What was the point of being suicidal for almost 8 years when I didn't do it. Could have do it right when it came to my mind, instead I suffered because of the thought that never became real. Maybe suicidal ideation is my safe place in my mind. What a waste of time, what different kinds of hell my mind creates every day... And seems like I continue and never die actually.
Also the exit bag would have been a nice method, but I'm too lazy to find out all the technical aspects of it and get all the supplies. I would do it if I could just use helium from the store and get a face mask, but that wouldn't work.
I've had "the day" planned for the middle of January 2019, but I honestly feel like I'm not even going to make it to 2019. I'm hanging on by a thread, and the whole thing just feels so gross.
Reactions:
blueming, Deafsn0w, WaitingForTheBus and 10 others
I'm terminally bored, and I'm tired of trying to fill the void. Learning is the only thing that's given me consistent pleasure, but my unmet and unmeetable emotional needs are interfering. Really I'm just so bored and there's very little that can distract me.
I wish I had something new and exciting to think about instead of all the same bullshit that took over long ago. The same thoughts looping over and over. Anyway, fuck doctors.
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.