jisatsuko
自殺こさん
- Jun 27, 2020
- 21
My life plan was to finish college, get a good job, make lots of money, donate it to my parents, and die in my 20s via firearm. It's such a childish dream, so, so, childish, but I believed that I could.
I was wrong. Now, I have nothing. I lived for my parents, the only thing stopping me from dying was the amount of money I owed from them raising me. My parents don't even love me... (pathetic) but it all doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore. I've stopped caring.
I'm not even going to live to the point where I buy a firearm. It's a bit... bittersweet. However, my number one goal isn't to graduate anymore. It's death, and I've started searching all over town for my potential spot.
Sometimes... I feel like my childish dream was me stalling because I knew I had nothing left. I don't know anymore. Everything hurts.
I'll be very annoying from now on by being more active. I apologize.
I was wrong. Now, I have nothing. I lived for my parents, the only thing stopping me from dying was the amount of money I owed from them raising me. My parents don't even love me... (pathetic) but it all doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore. I've stopped caring.
I'm not even going to live to the point where I buy a firearm. It's a bit... bittersweet. However, my number one goal isn't to graduate anymore. It's death, and I've started searching all over town for my potential spot.
Sometimes... I feel like my childish dream was me stalling because I knew I had nothing left. I don't know anymore. Everything hurts.
I'll be very annoying from now on by being more active. I apologize.