LIFE SUCKS : Philosophical

why im unhappy and its not because of material objects

Everyone on this form complains about how much stuff they wish they had and how they would be happier with this or that.. fuckin retarded talk get a job and buy it or go sell some drugs or your body or something..

naa but seriously.. i make mistakes like everyone else. and im accountable for those things. it just really sucks when the mistakes you make are long term and their extremely difficult to fix. it doesn't help when you try and try and nothing gets better so the stress keeps adding on.. untill your on some dumb website venting about what your upset about. I wish more then anything i could just have a reset button for my whole life and take different paths. constructive, self made amazing paths that i applied myself at a young age to really achieve something great. my whole life people have told me i'm a smart person, and i never understood why considering i have nothing to show for my life as of now. intelligence shouldn't be measured by how well you understand things but of what choices you make that lead you to victory. and i would think true victory is happiness. i got all the stupid material objects i had realistic goals for: a nice car bunch of clothes iphone laptop xbox tv ext and everything is so pointless. i feel like life alltogether is pointless. i understand the goal of life is just to enjoy it while it lasts but when you die and nothing you did really matters does it really matter when you die? not so much.. im not scared of life im not a cow...

Is all-over compassion what we need?

I guess we are all challenged when it comes to compassion. I was surprised by the first posting on this site: I have more reasons to believe that life sucks, so you shouldn't...Maybe, but we both loose if we compete in a contest where the prize is pain.

I came to this site trying to find understanding and community in others like me, those who too feel and somewhat act like life sucks. This belief becomes a terrible feeling and an overwhelming driver to loathe oneself. For me, I cannot say when this situation got this bad, but I know my facts are here right now: lonely even in crowds, hopeless about future, happy for everyone else yet unable to find my own way, convinced that a sucky past will determine my future, and life wasteful.

I wish I can say is only me, but right this minute someone asked me if Im that unhappy that I need to share it? I wish I didn't. So, I stopped, then left the house, got outside, had somewhere to go for an errand, and found the small gift of temporary inner-peace in a meaningless yet purposeful trip to the store. Im not fixed, but i got a fix. And that little pleasure made a difference.

im slowly going insane

ever since i remember i was different..no friends..it seems id come home everyday...alone..sad..the only thing to keep my head up was god..the only person who made me feel happy when i was sad...but..ppl say he isnt real...i dropped out of school freshman year...everyone hated me idk why..was a to fat? ugly? the only person who said no..was god...but why do ppl say he is not real..is the only person that loves me not there?...everything i was raised against..drugs.. alcohol..were what all the "popular kids" are getting praised for?
going Rambo fukking every girl they want? the world is becoming clear to me
..i hate it...i hate everything... i find no happiness...my doctor told me im a sever goreaphobic? whatever that means,,i guess it means i dont like to go outside?
but why blame me...it seems anything that brings me happiness...are raped...
everything from religion to mlp...ppl say hes not real..so what do i have to live for...i have no education no family..nothing..nothing brings me happiness...
the only thing outside of religion.. was mlp(dont judge me) the show that saved my life is slowly being raped by PORN..AND GORE..my depression is so bad that show saved me from myself... but ppl....kill everything i love...god,shows,everything,
i hate everything....i was put into a mental ward for saying i want to go columbine on my old school,,,im slowly going insane everything is pain...i was hoping the mayans were wrong..but now,,,i see no good in humanity,,,i just want to die

If you don't have anything nice to say, them SHUT UP.

I hate it when people find these websites or watch a video where someone pours his/her heart out and talks about the things in his/her life that is hurting them. And these people who see it/read it act like they aren't even humans. They talk about them. They insult them. They are heartless, cruel beasts who probably don't even deserve to live themselves because they don't have a heart to care about someone who may not have as easy as a life as you. They are bullies. And let me tell you now, you are killing people. You don't know how many people go on Facebook or whatever and read what yall said them kill themselves. Or maybe even worse, they go to school with a gun our something and kill tons of innocent people. Why do people do this? Why? What if the same thing wad happening to your loved one? What then? People need to learn that there is a consequence for the things you say. Learn that you are responsible or may be responsible for sometimes death or the death of many. Please just stop and about what you are doing or what you might have already done and change it. Make someones day. Save someones life. This goes to everyone who has ever said something mean about the things these people have shared. You don't know how much strength and courage it takes to share their lives like this.

At least let's fucking fight.

Hi,

I spent hours reading the tales of woe and horror here. And here are a few things I have to say:

1) Reading about other people's suffering definitely made me feel a bit better. But this wasn't because of any reasoning, or any justifying within myself. It was a purely emotional reaction. Who knows why it happened. I felt better, but I didn't come to any big conclusion about myself: e.g. I should cheer up about my life. Because my life hadn't changed after all. Saying that would be no different from lying to myself.

2) We are all a bag of mixed emotions and instincts. This probably explains why people who hate life don't kill themselves, and why we feel a humoungous mind-fuck. We don't want to die, but we ain't that keen on living either. This is because, even though we're fed up with life, our instinct to overcome others, and to assert ourselves, rages powerfully. We want to die - but we don't want to die pointlessly - and this is because of our instincts.

But what mind-fucks us even more is that this isn't even a matter that could be resolved by trying to be reasonable to ourselves. Even someone who wanted to be happy, wouldn't be unreasonable if they didn't after all because some great tragedy ravaged their emotions. We couldn't debate our way to happiness.

3) Luck plays an important part in our lives and if we deny this we are just lying to ourselves. Usain Bolt is faster than all of us. Some people who are younger than me...

Mind-fucking is inevitable and we will never be able to express it.

I'm a lazy piece of shit with a superiority and an inferiority complex.

What Nietzsche said was so true. Everything is about luck.

What really kills me is the fucking frustration. I will never be happy. Well - in fact, most of my life has just been grey dull suffering, punctuated with temporary tokens of happiness.

Mind-fucking is inevitable and we will never be able to express it. All I want to do is to scream at life.

I'm socially awkward but more importantly I'm actually fucked in the head.

There is no rock of stability to save us.

The insanity is that one moment I feel joyous and happy with myself - and that joy itself leads directly to misery. And I don't believe any of the bullshit Buddhists say. They're just weak people who can't face life and just give up on it.

I'm too self-reflective and self-conscious to ever have a meaningful, deep, relation. I really just treat other people like objects. And when you start doing that, more mind-fuckery ensues: on the one hand you have your desire to assert yourself, to proclaim your own greatness, and then you realize that you're nothing but a bag of shit that's going to be gone, long gone, that could be crushed under a truck and eventually no one will give a shit.

Even if God existed - what problems would that solve?

Support

Hello everyone, I spent the most of my time lately reading all these stories, I'm relating to so many of them and yes, life really sucks.. I mean, there's nothing to do, we cant commit a suicide, we must move on and its so fucking hard when everything goes down, we just cant put the head up, we got no support, too many bad things happend already, it's bleak.. I cant give the solution to anyone cause I cant find one for myself in the 1st place.

I just wanted to say that you can count on me, on my support through internet, we can all share our stories from one passing day to another, and make us feel better, a little better, we can push each other to get through a tough times, we all carry the weights on our back, we must carry it until the last breath and we mustn't commit a suicide.. There are lot of people without friends.. Well I had around me always about 15 friends, always.. But when the life stopped working for me they left me, I saw who they really were, they were never friends.. I have no money, so what, is that a reason not to call me or hang out with me?? Come on, cant we be above that, money is nothing, but hey, that attitude brought me just where I am... Alone. Nowhere.. But that is life I guess.. So everyone, everyone outthere whoo needs a friend can count on me, I cant give you much, nothing but heart, support and understanding since the life is not working for me to provide more..

Stay strong and dont kill yourself, and share the life's weight here, maybe we can carry it together, I am with all of you outthere, I really hope that we will make throuh this hardtime...

I was just wondering if I am the only one who sits down with 95% of the population for any activity you can dream of with friends, family, or aquaintances, and feels a complete sense of disconnect or alienation. I've tried a technique of consciously making eye contact to feel somehow that our souls are in the same place, and sometimes it works but not as often as I like. Sometimes they all look like robots, sometimes, pieces of furniture. Occasionally I'll find a person there, and it'll make me overjoyed! Then somehow the connection you had is gone.
I smile, I laugh, I fake it all. People like a happy girl. Happy girls make a happy world. I just wish I could fool someone, anyone, just to have another friend. I fool people all the time for months even. I met a wonderful guy who thought I was perfection until he realized how deeply sad I was about life. What kind of person spends all day entrenched in deep depressing thoughts about the world and finds a sense of elation in that?
I slip into my mind and find solace in fantasy worlds, and try to treat life with a sense of marvel and often do, but I just wonder how many people straddle extreme feelings so often and who would ever want to ride that roller coaster with me. Are there any "feelers" out there? This world isn't very supportive of people like that, and it's causing me to feel like the world is trying with all of its might to suck out any sense of imagination there is left in my small brain. I'm fightin...

like everybody else

I feel alone. I have friends, they are okay but I can't seem to function normally with other people. I love my family I guess. But every relationship (not romantic) makes me sick. I won't write about my life, the details, but I'll say that people are evil, I don't mean everyone but those around me. And when I do get out and find other people, I get sick. I can't take them any more. Everybody is so selfish and greedy and ungrateful. I just want to read all day. It's all about money and I guess it's social pressure and the environment in which I am living, it seems I don't see moral and all the good things in books and such. I wonder if moral even exists or are we all selfish? Fantasy is nice, it gives you an illusion on life, and it suits me. I wish to live in a mountain and have very little contact with humans. Or live in a small village or something like that. Do you have any ideas how I could do that? Are there choices? I can fake relationships with people, but I don't want to do that any more. I can't try and I can't always pick myself up. I don't want to try and I don't want to fake anything. I want something real. I know I can do anything. But I'd like some choices..to know them. And where and what I could do.

What do I do with my life? Long rant + questions

“Disclaimer”: I’m not a native English speaker, pardon my mistakes….
This is going to be a LONG post, that is sort of a profile summary and sort of questioning; so if you have time read it please do so and COMMENT, if not move on… no one dies in my post..
So my story isn’t quite as horrible as some of the ones I’ve read here (which makes me feel guilty) but I do wish to ask for help, tips, opinion, rants, anything! I WANT SOME ANSWERS!!! (you can pretty much get an idea that I have no one else to ask since I’m posting this online)

I just want to know, WHAT DO I DO WITH MY LIFE!? (introduce all the swear words you want in that question too, be creative) I see no sense in it; years ago I thought that by this point (I’m 27 years old) in my life I would have some big revelation or at least an idea of what to do, that I would be proud of the human I am and the job I do. But it seems that maybe life is just a collection of simple moments… the truth is that I refuse for it all to be so shallow and useless, for life to be “the sweet collection of memories”, “the happy incandescent moments”… FORGET THAT! I want some meaning, and please don’t tell me go find God, just please don’t! -_-

I have tried: studying, studying really hard and excelling, social work, praying, making new friends, practicing new hobbies, listening to new music, alcohol, praying again, reading, partying, sex, talking, doing more social work, basically all that has sound sorta like i...

Life Sucks for Most

Just a reminder. Hardly anyone is happy on earth. If I say ten percent, that's too much. Take a look around, practically everyone is self-medicated, in one way or another. With alcohol, nicotine, caffeine, illegal drugs, prescription drugs, etc. Why?, because they're not happy and cannot face life alone, without being buzzed. Bottom line, give yourself a heap of slack. Most everyone on the planet, feels basically the same way. Yes, life does suck!

Do you ever feel extreme sadness, when nothing is wrong?

This is my first time on this site. I've read a little of others' articles. Although I won't completely understand your situations on this site (since I haven't walked in your shoes), a lot of your emotions and feelings I do understand. Sadness, Depression, Loneliness, etc...

I've started writing in a journal. I write down all the feelings I have when I enter those dark places and what I feel causes them. However, the many pages I have scribbled through frantically only leaves me more confused on what actually causes those feelings or how to fix them.

I know that nobody is happy all the time, but I can't stand the overwhelming feeling of hating my life and occasionally wanting to end it. My life may not be perfect (no ones' life is), but I don't have any major life problems or health concerns... So if nothing is wrong or there is nothing that needs to be fixed, then why do I constantly feel like I can't go on.

I have done blood tests to check for hormone imbalance (since that can cause depression), however everything came back fine... So I am back to square one. If I have nothing that needs to be fixed (in life or in health), then why do I wish I was dead? These emotions of sadness, depression, loneliness, and occasional suicidal thoughts seem unwarranted for my situation, however this is how I feel.

If anyone has ever felt this way or experienced these feelings, please respond and let me know how you got better.

If you are simply on this site to bash others' feelings, articles, or situations: then please remember that unkind words are unwelcome and find something better to do with your time.

Thank you.

Why people? WHY!?

why are people so cruel? why are people killing other people.. on 12.04.2012 (4 days ago) 4 young boys had been brutally killed for no reason..there had been 1 witness and the killers had killed him as well.. they hadnt been killed with 1 nor 2 nor 3 bullets but their whole bodies were with wholes from bullets.. one of the boys went to my school.. he was a senior.. i didnt know him personally but he was a friend on my classmate which is my very good friend.. i was seeing that boy everyday in school.. i just cant cope with the fact that he is really gone now.. i cant even go to school tomorrow cause i know that i wont see him there.. after the murder i lost all the will of doing stuff.. i lost my appetite and everything.. im crying all the time.. on the news they are talking about the murder all the time.. there are 2 pictures that are flashing in front of my eyes all the time.. when he was talking to my friend and his senior picture . my country (macedonia) especially my city that i live in are going crazy about the situation that we are in.. other teenager are starting riots they are trowing rocks at cars, cops, stores all these crazy stuff.. i cant think of anything else but this.. tomorrow we are going to the graveyards where he was buried.. i really wish nothing of this ever happened.. R.I.P. boys! youll never be forgotten ♥

The Future Is So Dim

I know they say you don't really know what tomorrow might bring, but what if you can analyze the variables relatively reasonably? What if computers everywhere do that for you regardless of "what tomorrow might bring." I'm getting older and I've never had a truly good job. I had a decent job at one point that offered a lot of freedom, but didn't even pay me enough to afford my own apartment. 't one point, I was in grad school for a really great career, but something horrible happened to me that ended my career path. Now all the training that I have in that field is of no use because nothing matters unless one is licensed in doing those actual things. The skills really don't apply elsewhere. But when I was pursuing the career, I ran myself into massive debt because I knew I could pay it off in time when I finally started my career. Now, it's like I've not only run up debt, but wasted countless years in school as well on skills that nobody really wants. My credit rating is shot and I've officially tapped out of money. I'm way overeducated but can't get a job doing virtually anything other than waiting tables. I apply to jobs all the time that seem like they should be begging people to fill them because they're so bad, only to find out 300 people are being considered for the same job with lower expectations; a humiliating thought considering the often horrid working conditions and barely subsistence wages. And, literally, I can see no way this will ever change in ...

Why is everyone so depressed?

Reading everyone's story.
Some people are poor, some people are rich.
We're are all brought together here to moan and bitch.

But seriously, no matter where people are from, their current mental state, their degrading health state, family state, financial state, WE ARE ALL DEPRESSED?? Never has Human Society seen such a MASSIVE percentage of depression. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???

Is it the hormones in our food? Medication messing with our brain? Subliminal messaging in advertising: making us depressed for not having everything? Photoshopping everyone and everything to ridiculous unattainable seeming perfection? Is it the fact that our food is going through misery and extreme pain before being senselessly killed as they were merely bred for food? So fair is fair we should feel depressed as the food we eat was depressed? We are coming to a new vibration, some people can't cope with this? We have everything, but nothing is ever good enough? What the hell is it? Did you watch your Mum and Sister get blown up in front of you yesterday? Do you have an injury causing you agony day in day out?

EVERY SINGLE DAY WE HAVE ONE LESS DAY TO LIVE.

Figure shit out, and figure it out FAST! Tomorrow will come, and tomorrow is one day closer to your death. Once you're dead, that's it. No more chemical reactions occurring to maintain your life, you're gone buddy, for ever. Think about it, build that bridge, get over it, live your life. No one else cares about you as much as you can and do. You can only rely on yourself. If you can't do that, figure it out; and fast, otherwise... you got nothing.
Good Luck!

American Beauty

I can't feel myself. I really, really can't. I'm only 21 years old, stuck in some godforsaken suburb on my own in Denmark. Now you think "Hmmm, isn't that a happy/rich country?". FUCK NOO because people drink, smoke, abusing prozac, overeating (ppl say the government should fuck off when told how to eat properly and then they come back crying and begging for gastric bypass operations) - basically, all the socially acceptable drugs... anyway I've already figured out how to live my boring life - getting a bachelor degree which probably will be worth next to nothing when I'm done. And i fucking hate people. Not in a bad way. I just become very observing when im among larger groups of people - especially in the metro. Oh man, that place is like hell! Most obscure place on earth. Man, fuck society. People are ignorant fucks only caring about their iPhones and their fake 500+ friend list on facebook.. TV and computers ruined my family, never had an interesting conversation with my parents, i was pretty peaceful during my teens, didnt feel the need to argue, now im struggling with my identity. What defines me? Havent found an answer yet.

Wish I could be more like Kevin Spacey in American Beauty laying down the fucking law like it's supposed to.

Trying to rationalise

How can my life suck? What is it about my life that qualifies it to be here? Aren't there hundreds of other stories out there that are much more qualified to appear here?

What makes my life so miserable, hopeless and unbearable? That's it, though, isn't it? Misery, loneliness, hopelessness and days of constant agony. Agitation, difficultly concentrating, fear and longing. Feelings and emotions are what keep me in a constant state of tension, what make my life suck.

I'm on meds to hold a lot of the above at bay, but some days it's not good enough. Some days I can't hold my concentration in one place long enough to accomplish anything, some days I can't even get out of bed. What I want more than anything is to have someone to talk to, someone who, once in a while, would let me just collapse in their arms. I'm an unlucky sap raised on romantic movies, someone who has a deep fundamental, unshakeable belief that if you do the right thing, the one you love will be with you and you'll have that warm, fuzzy moment and then a happy, stable life. So it throws me every time it doesn't happen, if I fall in love and do this, that, talk, imagine, write, touch, focus, whatever. And then it doesn't happen, or it does, then it doesn't, whatever, it freaks me out, chills me to my core and throws me into chaos. I wonder if there's anything that can fix that. I want the cold, heartless outlook, but I just can't achieve it. One look at her and I melt, instantly, I'm nothing. There must be something. I recognize my dysfunctional thinking here - how do I fix it?

I want to feel nothing. I keep thinking about suicide, can that help? I think my survival instinct is too strong for that. Still I spend enough time thinking about it, enough that I'm not scared anymore.

But I don't know how long I can keep this stupid life up.

Ouch

Well, It's like this...I originally felt like complaining, but after reading some posts, I felt ashamed to do so. I wish I could find a way to help people who are in need. When people say they want to end their life, it justs tears me apart, Even though they are strangers to me, they are children of God and have beautiful spirits, unique and wonderful. I wish people could understand that God is a healing God. He is doing a great and wonderful work. We can't see right now, but it is all in His plan. I wish people could see that even though things are uncertain and unclear, and that sometimes there is unbearable pain and suffering, that life is still precious in both its ugliness and beauty.

My hearts desire is to be one with the great spirit. Sometimes I feel as if I've been here an eternity already.... how much more of this fucked up world can I take? But alas I have to finish the journey. I have to wait my turn. I have to take my medicine. I have to take my bumps. If you are hurting and despairing and you feel as if you have nothing to lose by ending your life, Reconsider ( I know you have considered it in the past) the fact that you ARE here for a reason. You need to find out that reason. If you cut your life short, you cut off your own blessings. Have faith, be of good courage, be a warrior, for when you find your purpose, you will have also stumbled upon the truth

ironic loneliness

I've dedicated my life to the career of an artist. There is nothing in the world I love more than painting, talking about painting, and looking at paintings. It is the reason I wake each day. The life of an artist is one that consists of copious amounts of time spent alone in the studio. While it's true, I deeply cherish this time, I often realize it has left me virtually friendless and perpetually alone. The time spent at the easel is pure bliss, it's when the brushes rest that I realize how little I am connected to the people around me. The catalyst of my sadness is my one true love. It's an amazingly ironic predicament. I guess I need to find more things to paint. Any who, I hope those of you who are sad find the peace you are looking for. Happiness is a goal, and by consequence, is something that we must consciously strive for. I wish you the best and that someday soon you can look at the world and smile.

"Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds, in the sky
You'll get by, If you smile, through all fear and sorrow
smile and maybe tomorrow, you'll find the sun come shinning through,
if you, my darling, just smile"

I dont even know.

It's hard to lay a finger on it.
I barely even want to think about it.
I'm afraid to live without it.
But now, I'll tell myself the truth.
I've been lying to myself for long, long time.
It's making me sick.
I'm not happy.
I'm so sad.
I can't keep living like this.
It's not right.
I deserve differently.
I shouldn't kill myself inside like this.

It's when I deny myself what I need.
It's when I deny myself what I want.
It's when I do senseless things purely for the endorphin rush.
I will click through page after page after pointless internet page, because it feels good.
It feels good because I feel like that's something to look forward too, because my life is that blank.
I will look in the mirror time after time, in hope that next time what I see will be different.
I will eat and eat and eat and drink and smoke and smoke and sleep.
I will stagnate.
I will not learn and grow.
I will grow moldy, I will become like a scummy pond.
I will not help myself.
I am too afraid.
I will tell myself I can't do something.
That I can't wear that.
That I can't talk to that person.
That I can't sit there.
That I can't do what I want.
Because it would make me look stupid.
I always feel stupid; I always feel peoples eyes upon me.
People look at me. Never in a good way.
They look at me like I'm a freak. What does she think she's doing?
Who does she think she ...