I’ve officially picked the date I intend to kill myself.
I’ve given myself more than enough time to get my affairs in order, handle a mediocre bucket list and say my goodbyes.
The upside is it’s a short list. Nobody will even notice I’m gone.
I’ve tried to seek help and nothing work. I’m just broken and I can’t take it anymore.
I’m so tired of waking up.
I’ll probably delete this after it gets flagged and I get sent a million self help hotline tips.
I’m not worth shedding a tear for. I’m just a nobody.
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No inspirational bullshit, because I’m sure you’ve heard the lot of it. Killing yourself seems like some kind of easy way to end all the pain, kinda a loser thing to do when you can pinpoint exactly what your problems are. You ain’t a loser, there’s fuckers still roaming the streets who SHOULD be dead, causing issues for everyone else, but people like you get the undying thoughts of suicide and I doubt you deserve it. Your brain is ill, not your spirit.
All I can hope is you can find some kind of solace with yourself before your condition convinces you that your time is up. Life sucks, but waiting it out and dying in a natural, or better yet in a way you don’t control, is a hell of a lot better. Since you’re feeling this way, why not volunteer for some dangerous work? Or help out in scientific studies? Let your final moments be of some use, maybe that’ll make you feel good for a while.