ILikeNightmares

I like smoking a lot. And I don't do it to be "cool". Just reasons.

I'm shocked... Guess I'm not alone. I hate all humans, good ones and bad ones and myself. I want to kill myself so bad, I think about it every minute of my day. I do have a job though, a very demanding, stressful and depressing job. I pray every night that I could either gather enough power to end myself or get a terrible disease and die. I smoke, drink, swallow random pills and cut my chest with knives and I am still very healthy which makes me extremely angry. I was bullied my entire childhood, everything I did was a fail, as much as I try I am a failure. Only two people are preventing me from suicide, my mother and my very close brony friend. I admitted to them both that I am length of an ant far from suicide and they are obviously not happy, but the part of me doesn't want to do it because of them, and that makes me very angry. I started abandoning my friends in order to get closer and closer to it, but those two are tough to get rid of. I wish I wasn't making connections to people at the start, things would've been much easier. I just want to go to peace. Who knows, maybe one day I won't care about my mother and a friend anymore and I might just do it.

Yes, 1.5-2 packs a day. I am 19, had asthma as a school kid. Will never quit.

Been playing Ice Hockey my entire childhood. As a momento I still have my hockey jersey and a hockey stick that's old for over a decade now. I even gave her a name. Her name is "Pony's Crowd Control".

Duh, my family is the one and only reason I still live...

My dream car: My car: yeah... :l

1. Wake up at 8-10AM 2. Leave my PC to start-up 3. Pour a glass of water 4. Go to youtube, smoke 2 to 4 cigarettes and listen to sad music 5. No, I don't usually have breakfast

If I could (I cannot because of my job) I would get a tattoo of a snapped hanging rope around my neck with the text below saying "It's hard to die." and a crosshair on my chest near the heart with the text around it "Aim here.". When I end up without a job I probably will.

I have a very strong ADHD (if that counts) since I was 5 or so. Spent my entire childhood being bullied for it, kids and adults called me insane and a weirdo and had a lot of teachers and grown-ups turn their backs on me because "I couldn't stay calm and I couldn't pay attention to serious life". Yes, today I still have it and I am actually happy that I have it, because I know that we are different from others and a tiny bit more special with completely unique abilities.

At the age of 13 I chugged the entire bottle of old white wine I found in the early afternoon (it was sealed so I thought meh why not. Stupid kids, eh?), was quite sober, went out with friends to go mess around in the city, we visited some shopping mall to check things out and when we entered it I just felt like my body was shutting down. I went out to get some fresh air without any words and as soon as I exited the mall through the back exit I collapsed. I remember having a still white vision until I woke up in the hospital bed strapped onto bunch of... stuff. My parents and family got there in shock just 5 minutes as I woke up, and then I went unconscious again. Turned out the wine was poisoned and old. I don't know what was happening to me the entire day as I was unconscious, nor how long I've been unconscious, but they told me if they found me a bit later I'd probably be done... and I regret they did, but that's a long present story.

I have a silver Sector Centurion. Wearing it for 5 years now since high school, present from my mother.

400usd worth of Team Fortress 2 items. I am an addict.

I cope just fine. I like being alone rather than being in a group of people. I am that guy who is quiet behind everyone. x3

Sleeping and lucid dreaming. Being alone sometimes. Rainy days/walking in rain without an umbrella. Listening to soft music. Watching YoutubePoop. Drawing ponies.

My silver watch that I got from my parents 6 years ago, pack of cigs, cellphone, house keys, little note book and pen to write something or draw mini ponies and my wallet, duh... I used to carry my pepper spray with me while in high school. Thought it was silly to carry, but after I had to use it, TWICE, I gave it a carry-on certificate.

A skinny 190cm tall male (I weight only 67kg though). I have a problem with keeping my weight.

10 minutes. Just don't move. x3

Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX. Hands down.

I am 19 and I started when I was still 16. My young sister brought me in here. And well, yeah, I got the same view on it as you do.

I was doing and finishing this-

I feel UberHappy this morning. Dreamed that Fluttershy kissed me in the mouth. It felt so sweet, I can still remember the feeling.

Just another cr*ppy day among 364 other to me.