They are just plain ridiculous. /gives-armies-of-narwhals-who-spit-out-explosives.
It sort of starts low, goes up and then he realised he couldn't go up any further, and goes down again xD

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CHINESE EXAM TODAY WHY OH WHY WISH ME GOOD LUCK PEOPLE.

i can't do this.
so i didn't.
mad?
you have every right.
please, it would be so much easier if you could just hate me.
why do you think i do it?

fuck off.

oh sweetheart
you're reminding me so much of my irl friend right now
she literally just takes on everyone's problems and she's the nicest person ever but she also has her days like this and i can't really know how you or her are feeling because i'm more of a venting-to-my-friend person not a nice-let-me-listen-and-help person
but i can tell you this:
NEVER feel bad about venting, ever. you have a right to vent; it's what this thread was made for--literally. you are allowed to have problems, you are allowed to hate things, you are allowed to post on here. no one is going to tell you otherwise, and if they do, they can go fuck themselves since they clearly have no brains to begin with.
ok so yes i kind of have no idea how to help you with this but if you ever need a person to vent to about this kind of stuff (not help with this kind of stuff but more of a listening ear i guess, since i don't think i'll be much help anyways) I AM HERE my tumblr askbox is always open you have my email and it is OKAY to vent to me and anyone, really, that you trust to vent to. *hugs you tightly*

oh my god. Honey. i put myself into this position so often, that now it comes as a seconbd nature. I guess other people think i'm really understanding, but maybe I'm just super empathetic?
my god, i'm giving the worst advice- none.
This is how i've felt so many fucking times, so damn much, the omigod they're going to kill themselves and i thought i was supposed to be their friend and i'm a freaking bitch and i can't pull them out dammit get out.
venting isn't supposed to hurt
it's supposed to let the pain leak away
i never know
i'll never know
so poets are supposed to understand human emotions?
ha no
my god, it's times like this when i want to reach through this stupid piece of crap and hug you and hold you and stroke your hair and say "it will be okay, i promise" and then i want to solve all your problems and never leave you ever or anyone else.
i'm so useless.
goddammit.

and remember when you pulled me out of that stupid mindset i was in? i'm gonna return the fcking favor if it takes me my lifetime, 'cause there is no way in hell that i would ever leave my friends.

You have every right to feel shitty and vent about that. *hugs*
what about his parents? or his siblings? you don't have to tell him he's suicidal, just, like… ask them to tell you if he seems down/sad?
I know how you feel… But don't hate yourself, you are fucking amazing, you're a great person for doing this. *hugs*

It's not your responsibility. You choose to help or not. And when you choose yes, you're helping him/her, but you shouldn't blame yourself if something had happens.
I guess it's just my luck that my friends' lives are so fluffy and happy.