that works too  ;D

chill a little, i think.
not everything or anyone has to be perfect.

so yeah, Hashem kept you alive today, and He's waiting to see what you're going to do with that life.
but isn't that a whole lot of pressure for someone who's suicidal?
ya know what i'd say?
yeah, well then if i waste today then maybe he won't give me a tomorrow...

not good.

relax a bit. smile. life's good. do what you can to serve Hashem, go out of your way for mitzvos, but Hashem knows w're human.

Momo wrote on 08 Dec 2009 10:47:
That is substantial. Yes what you wrote about G-d is true but lets start off slowly. Get off that 18 wheeler and get on a trycycle, is what Dov would say. Anything positive is substantal, cuz thats what your working on.

imtrying25 wrote on 08 Dec 2009 10:53:


Wow, heavy stuff. Food for thought.

i need sleep....
good night all.

smile, momo  ;D

and give the baby a kiss from his tanta
g'night

habib613 wrote on 08 Dec 2009 10:55:


Of course I'm a perfectionist.

You pinned me down 100%. That's why I like it when you post b/c I know you understand what's inside my head.  

Your words are wise. 7up's right, you are wise beyond your years.

Thanks,
good nite

Momo, I think it might be the way you smell. Do you take showers at all? Maybe you should try deodorant.

;D ;D ;D

Ok, now for a more serious answer. I think it might have to do with what Imtrying25 said, Uri explains what he's feeling, so we can answer him better. You just wrote "I HATE MY LIFE!". And although the color and size of that was impressive, we couldn't do much more than offer a joke or two to show we care and are there for you...

On the other hand, Uri wrote yesterday:




And also:




There's a lot of good questions there to address...

(but I still think it might be the smell too, a little. No chevra?   ;D )

OK, this isn't expressive as Uri's, but it expresses how I feel in a different way.
This time I made an effort for it to rhyme, as Uri requested.
I don't care if you like it or not. I think it's brilliant.

Sung as a rap song (think Eminem).

I'm just a dog
Lying on the ground
Covered with fleas
Playing with my chewed up bone, if you please

Too tired to get up
I don't even know how
Lying on the ground crying bow wow wow

I feel your kicks upon my side
I open myself up to you
I've got nothing to hide

Except nobody's kicking me
Not even a tap
The only pain I feel
Is self inflicted

(OK, the last part doesn't rhyme. It's called poetic license!)

I lie all day wishing for someone help me
Laying and waiting, waiting and laying
I expect someone or something to come to my rescue
Not realizing that the answer is within me and not you.
Yeh, Yeh.

Momo,
Nobody posts in my thread either (unless it's about ice cream or sushi). It's a bit depressing sometimes, but I'm used to it. I think the reason is that I don't really post much in the way of questions ASKING for advice. I just post my count (what day I'm on) and hardly anything else. I just don't have much to say most of the time. I think if you ask questions which people have (or think they have) the answers to, you will get a response. For example, try asking why nobody posts anything in your thread except for ice cream and sushi jokes.

Sorry you feel so lonely Ano.
I'm thinking of you now. 

Think positive thoughts and positive things will happen. 

That was a great poem Momo, but you need to put a question mark at the end so we have some question to address 

What?
I thought it's because I'm incredibly good looking!

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hi, momo.
here's a story that i heard before Y"K.
remind me of you...

one time there was a young boy. he was 20 years old. it was right before purim and his parents asked him not to get drunk. they warned him of the dangers and cautioned him not to hurt himself.

but the boy had bad friends.

he got a little high, a little drunk, and then stoned, and after a while, he couldn't even walk straight anymore. he tried to stumble homeward but he couldn't even see straight. he fell in a pile of mud and didn't even know which street he was on anymore. he tried to get up but after a few more drunken steps he fell and scraped himself.
he lost hope and soon fell into a drunken stupor in a soft pile of garbage bags in a dark alleyway.

when he woke up, he didn't know how many hours had passed or even if it was already the next day or a few days later. he looked at his surroundings, at his filth encrusted clothes and at his bloodied arms and legs.

he was scared to go home
he was scared his parents wouldn't let him in
that they wouldn't love him anymore
that they would scream in horror
that they would chase him away

but he had nowhere else to go
his parents were his only hope

so he walked home

he almost didn't even knock. his bloody hand as he raised it to the door knocker only bore further witness of his betrayal. but he knocked anyway.

when his parents opened the door they opened their arms and the boy began to cry.
"Totty, Mommy- i'm home" he sobbed

they looked away from his injuries, his foul smell and his soiled clothes.
they hugged their son and said
"we're so happy you made the effort to come home. we will help you
you will be clean again
we will give you new clothes
we will repair our relationship
we love you."