I've spent over $20,000 on my father's card without him knowing in the last year. I buy stuff online, and it's an addiction. I really want to stop. I don't know what to do. I love my dad so much and I can't imagine what would happen if he found out.

I want to die or disappear. Everything feels so stressful like I'm not doing enough. But I can't bring myself to do anything more. I just want to stay in bed and do nothing. I do not have to worry about anything or anyone. I wish I was in complete silence, with only music. I find that is the only thing I can listen to without getting angry, sad, or just in a complete turmoil with my own identity. When I speak with someone, I find myself criticizing myself, meanwhile getting irrationally angry with the other party. I don't know what to do, I wish I was in a different time. Maybe I would've been happier. I wish I had someone to be there with me, to love me, and to understand me. But then again, I doubt I will ever find that person. I don't deserve them. We're not going to last, I know because of the type of person I am, unlovable. I hate life. I hate everything. I hate myself most of all, I wish I died. I want to disappear silently and painlessly, it sucks not being able to do anything.

I stole someone’s idea without credit and made them feel horrible, everyone else is now attacking me for it, I never meant for any of this to happen. It’s made me feel horrible as well.

My mom died over 20 years ago. I miss her, but I never want to see her ever again. It makes me feel really weird, sad... but relieved.

gonna put laxatives in my moms drink. im tired of her pissing me off. she always says that im disrespectful and that kids should obey their parents like in the bible, but she always provokes me first. she made me go on a diet against my will and made me sick. its karma. she's going iinto the shower, ill do it now

I hate the fact that I always support and help everyone with their problems, but nobody helps me when I need help the most. Sometimes, my anxiety goes though the roof but everyone thinks I've got my life together.. perhaps on paper I do, but deep down, I carry such chronic anxiety that nobody knows that when if I tell them, they don't believe me.

I've been writing suicide letters for about a month now. I have no intention of killing myself, but I can't stop, and somebody is going to find them eventually.

Whenever I'm in class, or anywhere, really, I hear horrible "voices" in my head about what I could do to the people around me. I have no idea how to make them stop, and I've been getting dangerously close to listening.