i think..in our society..you see people trying to kill themselves…slash trough wrist/jumping suicide/gunshot to the head/ these options are ok..but emagine if we would all have a self kill switch..like we can just close our eyes and then think of dying..and then BAM..your dead..you just blackout…or..or..there should be a button around you..near your skin..where you press that certain button and you DIE!!…that would be great wouldnt it be?..but i would so far think lets say makeout sex..a girl accidentaly touches the button and your dead…but the idea is not that bad in a sense..that you can have a kill switch button at the bottom of your feet.?..hmmm?…

who thinks that this is a good idea?..
who thinks that is is a bad idea?..why?..
god gave us life..but god forgot to give us a kill switch just incase we hate our lives..lol

She broke up with me because she still loved her ex and liked a girl. Then she started purposely hanging out with him again…making it worse. Then she kissed the girl she liked( while we weren’t technicaly going out). Then, last month she told me that I’m too weak to handle life and tht the only reason I havent committed suicide yet is because of my two little sisters…and now shes started to like this girl named Nafi..what should I do? Drop her and move on? Or keep trying?

suhaib still is facing the charge of fraud and forgery,for using fake university deegre.for keeping two fake passports.and forcing his hindu wife to commit suicide.he is self potrayed hero.but he has a cruel face also. he has a huge double personality’

www.tehelka.com/story_main11.asp?filename=hub040205catch_me.asp search this url in yahoo search.
he is cruel man,instead of taking case of his motherless daughter he married again and brought a step mother for his daughter.he is so selfish.

was dumped my BF of 7 yeaars for a younger, prettier woman. me and my supposedly fiance never had sex due to him refusing an hiv test. then i noticed 2 purple lesions/blotches appear on his leg accompanying a huge red rash on his arm and feet with fever, vomit, and diareha. He siad the purple marks were from falling off his bike and a bebe gun shot when he was 10. 4 months later the marks never disappeared. he blamed my food for his flu like symptoms although i ate the same food and never got sick. then the last 9 months he had ginigivits and would bleed from his mouth for no reason so i never kissed him for like 2 years becuause he refused to brush his teeth. when he dumped me he told me i wasnt **** to him and he has a new girl. HOW DO I NOT BE JEALOUS OF THIS NEW GIRL THAT STOLE MY FIANCE FROM ME AND MY LIFE FROM ME? HOW DO I COPE WITH ALL THE LONLEY NIGHTS AND WEEKENDS AND SEE THE POSITIVE SIDE OUT OF THIS VERY DEPRESSING SAD SITUATION. I FEEL SO SUCIDAL LIKE I WANT TO JUST LAY DOWN AND DIE. AND BEING 35 I FEEL NO ONE WOULD WANT ME ANYWAY

I got kicked out of the military, but I got an honorable discharge after 5 years of service, then I moved in with my girlfriend of 4 years. She was a college student and her parents gave her money for school but I had bills and had trouble finding decent work, so she used a lot of her money to help me. We argued a lot about money and finally I moved home to FL to work with my Dad’s business, and I send her money every week. But now because she helped me she will not have enough money to pay her tuition, and may get kicked out of school. She waited to the last minute to tell me this and now she has to produce $6000 in one month. Her parents have money but she is too ashamed to ask them to help her and she wont do it no matter what. My fathers world is driven by money and he is a perfectionist, and in 5 years in the military, even in iraq, i have never felt as uncomfortable as when I am in a room with him. Me and my sister grew up hiding from him when he came home from work, because we knew he would be in a pissed off mood, and nobody in my life has yelled at me like he does. He is a workaholic and because i live here i am on call 24/7, we are working Saturdays and Sundays ALL DAY, ive done this many times before but the stress of being around him is the killer. Nothing I do is ever done right and he was a Vietnam Vet so me being a vet don’t mean shit to him. He makes me look stupid in front of customers and talks about me in my face with them standing there, treats me like i have never done anything in my life worthwhile. Even as a grown man being around him makes me feel like a little girl. Just today, I went to him with some ideas to smooth line our business and he starts yelling at me hardcore about some dog food plate that got spilled, a dog that he claimed he didnt want but let my sister buy because she is a spoiled bitch. Then he tells me to help him put some chairs together like it was nothing, and i did not even spill it. He also treats my mom like this. My sister is a spoiled brat who does nothing but cry and complain to get her way and give everyone attitude. My mom is a person who has had a hard life to the point that she assumes the worst about everything, if i lock up in my room a while she acts like I might be in there smoking crack. If i talk about stuff with her she just makes sure I know how disappointed she is with my current situation, and how she had such high hopes for me. I used to be a really social person, always had a group of friends, now they are all gone, in jail, or on drugs. The only person I talk to is my girlfriend and she gets mad if I don’t want to talk on the phone for 3 hours everyday. I’m so lonely its crazy, i cant even talk to my family. My girlfriend is Japanese so if she gets kicked out of school then she will have to go back to Japan, so then i REALLY wont have anyone to talk to. Im taking a muay thai class and met a few cool people but to make this money I will probably have to sell my car that I love, and then I wont even be able to escape from this house at all. If she gets kicked out of her school because of me there is no way I could live with this guilt. My life has no stability, every time i turn around its one crisis situation after the next, with no end in sight. The reason i joined the military was to get away from my family because they drove me insane, and in 5 years i can honestly say I never missed seeing them. please someone tell me what to do, i really want to end it all. I just cant take this anymore, i have spent the last year of my life everyday feeling like i want to die, hiding this feeling from others. Its affecting my health, i never used to get sick and now im sick all the time. The stress is too much to bear. Seems like every time i get enthusiasm to do something or work it out, something else cuts me down. please help me someone.

I know this question may seem trivial to some people, but do really love my parents. So it hurts every time they call me stuff like ‘immature’, ‘lazy’ and ‘bad’ when I am trying my best.

This is what made me feel this way today:
I gave my mom the financial aid application and I had the intention of asking her some information to fill out her part and my part–but somehow she thought that doing it herself would be quicker.
Since tomorrow was the priority deadline (not official, since it is early action and tax hasn’t been collected for 2009 yet), I was thinking that everything was okay, and that it wouldn’t take that much to finish it quickly. However, I was wrong. I clearly saw that I am at fault, and I feel bad about it. The only thing was that I was only notified by the university the weekend before the deadline that I had to submit the PROFILE tomorrow through an e-mail, there was no indication in their application checklist that I had to finish that. Thus, I wasn’t able to get a head start to it. Though I would understandably know why she may cal me ‘immature’, ‘selfish’, and ‘lazy’, it’s been happening all the time, and not only in this incident.

In school, on the other hand, I am the ‘responsible’ one. I am the type who studies 4-6 hours a day, sacrifices my Saturdays studying, and studying at least 5 hours for a quiz and 10-15 hours for an exam. I am also active in terms of extracurricular, joining the Junior Achievement program in my city and contributing significantly to our group’s science project (where we make our own experiment and present it to the school). Though I may have a bad habit of procrastination sometimes, I still manage to get everything done by the deadline.

In everything I do, I try to put my best effort. I am not the smartest kid my parents would want, since I get mid 80s to high 80s at best, I take a demanding course load (all honors except Chemistry IB, Physics, Calculus and Latin.. making it a total of 7 subjects this year. However, I took all honors/IB in prior years). I’m an honors student. I’ve won awards displaying my hard work in school. Many of my teachers and classmates commend me for that.

But my parents still think I’m lazy, immature and bad. They think that I have evil intentions every time I do something. For example, concerning the financial aid application, my mom said I ‘lied’ when I told her that the preliminary stage was it,.. that’s what I thought too!! It’s my first time doing a financial aid application and my counselor knows nothing about financial aid, so I’m at a disadvantage. I didn’t know that she had to put everything we spent in that application, I’m new to the process too. Furthermore, she said her side of the story. I am dissapointed when parents don’t hear the children’s side of the story. As long as the parent said it, that’s it! Because of this, I don’t feel loved. I have a younger brother who plays video games all the time, does not do his chores, and gets 60′s-70′s in school and they talk to him more than me. Sometimes I feel like it’s because of me. Maybe they don’t love me. Maybe they wish it was just my brother that existed. That’s why I’ve been thinking about suicide lately. Recently, I’ve felt like I’ve been the reason for my mom’s misery. She always complains when I let her read my essay, saying that I’m a ‘bad writer’ and that I don’t deserve to graduate from Grade 12 English (I have an 84 in English Honors btw). I think my parents have really high expectations for me, and I feel like that if I don’t fulfill those expectations, both my dreams and their dreams for me will die. They try to reassure me that it doesn’t matter, but there’s that unseen pressure. My mom always talks about California, how she wants to move their eventually when I go to my ideal school there. Thing is, I don’t know if I’ll get accepted to my ideal school.

Maybe they’ll be happier when I’m dead. Maybe all their problems will be solved if I just didn’t live anymore. Every second of my life seems to bring more hurt to them, how can I stop it? Weary myself to death from starvation and overwork? Perhaps fainting from exhaustion while walking home in the blistering snow, where no one can notice? Dying in the cold? Maybe. I just need to know if they love me.