-- Posted by Written in Love at 7:44 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 I feel at the moment suicidal. I'm alone at my friend's apartment, drinking. (Yes, my parents kicked me out. Deal with it.) Sixteen years old sucks. It really does. I have nothing to live for right now. Or ever, really. Sick of this life. Sick of waking up every morning in this hellhole. Whatever. -- Posted by Violently Happy at 7:45 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 whatever -- Posted by Skyler72 rawrr at 7:46 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 I'm sorry. :'( -- Posted by Nephthys6 at 7:48 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 That sucks. =/ -- Posted by heatherette at 7:49 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 Eat some popcorn and watch The Notebook. Always enjoyable. -- Posted by gola15 at 7:50 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 do not watch the Notebook sorry -- Posted by taraxgoesxboom at 7:56 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 Life's what you make it, you have to choices. One is to stay in the same state you are and the other is pulling yourself together and live the way you want to, it may be hard (and it does sound like you're having a tough time) but you can do it if you really want to. -- Posted by Allison Wonderland at 7:59 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 You're parents must have kicked you out for a good reason. Instead of harming yourself, take a few minutes and reflect. "Soul search," as some may say. You want respect from your parents? You have to earn it. Same goes for them. If they want you to respect them, then they have to respect you. It's the basic element to all functioning relationships. Until matter work themselves out, please rethink hurting yourself. Coming from someone who has been there, and nearly died from such, I will tell you first hand that hurting yourself gets you absolutely no where. I, obviously, failed (and I took over 250 prescription pills), but landed myself in the hospital getting my stomach pumped. Afterwards, they kept me there. Not only did I feel absolutely disgusting at the fact that I tried to kill myself and failed, but the fact that I hurt my loved ones. I don't mean only my parents (although the look in my mothers' eyes brought me to tears), but my friends. The ones who have been there for me my entire life and I just let them down. I still, to this day, am extremely embarrassed  when I think of my past. It's not how I want to be remembered, yet I can never erase it. I want to be remembered as the girl who singly handedly coached/trained a soccer team of girls her own age, and brought them to the championships. I want to be remembered as the girl who placed 1st in the regional Art Show. I want to be remembered as the girl who worked her damn ass off in H.S., just to get to college. But I won't be. I'll always be remembered as the girl who tried to kill herself. and I would do anything, ANYTHING, to change that.