
KuriGohan&Kamehameha
想死不能 - 想活不能
- Nov 23, 2020
- 1,801
Perhaps its extremely morbid, and I'm completely insane for having these strange reflections (if that's the case, feel free to ignore my rambling) but I often contemplate what the reactions of other people will be when they find out I've boarded the bus.
I find myself glancing at countenance of those around me, wondering what thoughts they will have when I am gone. Will they be relieved? Enthused? Dejected? Apathetic? Heartbroken?
A lot of my friends don't know how suicidal I am, so I imagine they'll be quite shocked. However, I don't want to burden them with even more pain, so I only disclose my true feelings to my closest allies like my boyfriend, my best friend, and a couple others. I hope they do not blame themselves when I have left this world.
Sometimes it is the smallest of things that gets to me. I look at my boyfriend's family members, for example, and wonder how long it will take them to get accustomed to ritual of bringing out one less plate to the dinner table each night.
I am sure they will hate me, for suicide is a great source of shame in this culture, regardless of how many media campaigns adorned with influencers and royals try to say otherwise.
I think most people have no idea that I have SN under my bed and am prepared to go at any time, desperate for any sort of reprieve from this punished existence. I do not think any of my classmates would expect it, as I hide my disabilities quite well from the average onlooker.
I find myself glancing at countenance of those around me, wondering what thoughts they will have when I am gone. Will they be relieved? Enthused? Dejected? Apathetic? Heartbroken?
A lot of my friends don't know how suicidal I am, so I imagine they'll be quite shocked. However, I don't want to burden them with even more pain, so I only disclose my true feelings to my closest allies like my boyfriend, my best friend, and a couple others. I hope they do not blame themselves when I have left this world.
Sometimes it is the smallest of things that gets to me. I look at my boyfriend's family members, for example, and wonder how long it will take them to get accustomed to ritual of bringing out one less plate to the dinner table each night.
I am sure they will hate me, for suicide is a great source of shame in this culture, regardless of how many media campaigns adorned with influencers and royals try to say otherwise.
I think most people have no idea that I have SN under my bed and am prepared to go at any time, desperate for any sort of reprieve from this punished existence. I do not think any of my classmates would expect it, as I hide my disabilities quite well from the average onlooker.