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I don't know why I'm doing this, this being joining a new forum the week before I commit suicide, but there's no-one in my life who gives a damn, maybe someone here will. Think of this more of a blog than a thread with the replies and the things like that. Sorry to waste your time , but thats just what i do.
Anyway, I'm Fred, and I finished year 12 (17, nearly 18 years of age) 3 weeks ago, the graduation is next weekend, and it's the event i'll be dead before. . But, shit happens. EG: Life.
I'm 17, and have done NOTHING with my life. I don't have a license to drive, i just play shitty guitar with my friends in a shitty band that will lead no-where.
I've had pretty serious depression since a girl I loved killed herself when I was nearly 16, I don't think it was that which caused it, i think it just triggered it. Whatever the reason.
To try and combat this depression, I started smoking pot. Then i started smoking pot constantly. It was alright, until the buzz wore off. At which point I started "the hard shit", and have strugged with addiction ever since.
I'm quite the social reject, and spend many hours a day on the internet. I am the definition of a "failure at life".
Anyway, there'll be more later. Unless this gets deleted. Then you'll never hear from me again. But that'd be kind of cruel, right?
Anyway, I'm Fred, and I finished year 12 (17, nearly 18 years of age) 3 weeks ago, the graduation is next weekend, and it's the event i'll be dead before. . But, shit happens. EG: Life.
I'm 17, and have done NOTHING with my life. I don't have a license to drive, i just play shitty guitar with my friends in a shitty band that will lead no-where.
I've had pretty serious depression since a girl I loved killed herself when I was nearly 16, I don't think it was that which caused it, i think it just triggered it. Whatever the reason.
To try and combat this depression, I started smoking pot. Then i started smoking pot constantly. It was alright, until the buzz wore off. At which point I started "the hard shit", and have strugged with addiction ever since.
I'm quite the social reject, and spend many hours a day on the internet. I am the definition of a "failure at life".
Anyway, there'll be more later. Unless this gets deleted. Then you'll never hear from me again. But that'd be kind of cruel, right?