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Alnilam
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- Aug 29, 2022
- 90
I think something we all figure out pretty quickly is just how lonely being suicidal and having depression can be. Having crippling thoughts, urges and tendencies, and then having to keep these thoughts to yourself. Otherwise you'll be quickly deemed a misfit and treated like a freak or outcast. Personally, I don't think there's anything wrong with us but there's plenty wrong with this world when people lose the will to live before they even reach 18. I've been alone since I was a kid but it's nothing compared to the loneliness I feel when planning to ctb. Nobody can know, even if they did they either wouldn't care, can't help or wouldn't understand.
It's expensive too, for someone like me, who is considered an absolute failure by societies standards. I wanted to get drunk off happiness, indulge in as much as I can, really enjoy myself during my last days. Then reality hit me. I need a job to afford the SN and everything else, I need to get the money somehow. Being diagnosed with bpd, depression and agoraphobia while suffering from chronic pain and nerve damage makes that difficult. I know I mention it alot, but it still baffles me how something like this could've happened. Had I had the mind and body I had back then this would've been a lot easier, wish I knew then what I know now.
It's so surreal to be able to look back and pinpoint the exact moment my life was ruined forever. Four years ago I was a completely different person, I worked, I volunteered, I went out with friends at least once every day. I was normal, I was active, I was social, I was happy. Now I'm sitting here, half drunk, trying to arrange my own death like my life depends on it.
All I can think about are the flowers, the dress, the antiemetic, the painpills, the sedatives, the SN or hypothermia..? These thoughts are the one thing that keep me going, give me comfort and peace. Thinking about getting a credit card and running it all up, buy everything I'll need with it. Not gonna have to pay it off anyway once I'm gone.
Who would've thought it'd be so expensive to die? We really are living the dystopian dream.
It's expensive too, for someone like me, who is considered an absolute failure by societies standards. I wanted to get drunk off happiness, indulge in as much as I can, really enjoy myself during my last days. Then reality hit me. I need a job to afford the SN and everything else, I need to get the money somehow. Being diagnosed with bpd, depression and agoraphobia while suffering from chronic pain and nerve damage makes that difficult. I know I mention it alot, but it still baffles me how something like this could've happened. Had I had the mind and body I had back then this would've been a lot easier, wish I knew then what I know now.
It's so surreal to be able to look back and pinpoint the exact moment my life was ruined forever. Four years ago I was a completely different person, I worked, I volunteered, I went out with friends at least once every day. I was normal, I was active, I was social, I was happy. Now I'm sitting here, half drunk, trying to arrange my own death like my life depends on it.
All I can think about are the flowers, the dress, the antiemetic, the painpills, the sedatives, the SN or hypothermia..? These thoughts are the one thing that keep me going, give me comfort and peace. Thinking about getting a credit card and running it all up, buy everything I'll need with it. Not gonna have to pay it off anyway once I'm gone.
Who would've thought it'd be so expensive to die? We really are living the dystopian dream.
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