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Hi Rosy,

I've felt something similar- where i look in the mirror and don't experience any connection that the face in the mirror is me. Sometimes when i'm feeling disconnected like that, getting reconnected with my body is very helpful. something like taking a cold shower or standing on my tippy toes as long as i can sometimes helps me.

Anyway, I just want to encourage you again to reach out for help to an adult you trust, my friend. Treatment can make a world of difference, and you deserve to get better.

I'm struggling a bit, but managing to survive one day at a time. Feeling like my parents don't care about me, and lonely because i don't have many friends in real life has been difficult lately leading to some suicidal thoughts myself. I do like the poem not waving but drowning and the song mad world too. I didn't recognize the third quote though, what is it from? Here are three quotes you may also like :

"Dying
Is an art, like everything else
I do it exceptionally well."
From the Poem "Lady Lazarus" by Sylvia Plath

And this poem written by a holocaust victim:
he Butterfly
The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing
against a white stone. . . .
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ‘way up high.
It went away I’m sure because it wished to
kiss the world good-bye.
For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here,
in the ghetto.

-Pavel Friedmann was born in Prague on January 7, 1921. He was deported to Terezin on April 26, 1942 and later to Auschwitz, where he died on September 29, 1944.

5/4/69
Pain made her conservative.
Where the matches touched her flesh, she wears a scar.

The police arrive at dawn
like death and childbirth.

City of accidents, your true map
is the tangling of all our lifelines.

The moment when a feeling enters the body
is political. This touch is political.

Sometimes I dream we are floating on water
hand-in-hand; and sinking without terror.
-from 'The Blue Ghazals', by Adrienne Rich

Hi rosy, just letting you know i just responded to you post in the suicide subforum. could you vm or pm me letting me know how you're doing today? thanks. you're not alone.

Megan

Pretty good, I'm going to a music shop in a little bit.

Haha yeah, I never really got attached to my school so it wasn't so bad for me moving to a new school, apart from I only knew one other person going and we weren't in the same form ^_^

Awwwh You'll be fine in your new school! Will you know anybody there at all?

Hey, just stopin by to say hi!

Cool, goodgood

Yay Thank you!! Yeah I got an iPod Classic It's pretty cool

Ooh does it?? Awesome!! You going to secondary school in september then? Or are you already there? ^_^

Yeah, okay thanks You?

Cool

I'm alright thanks No but I might get it today cause I'm now 16
How are you?