Ani198
Member
- Jan 17, 2021
- 47
My life sucks, I hate it. It would be so much easier just to lie down and never get up again. My parents drove me to cut, call me fat, isolate me from my friends and helplines, and hold things I care about over my head to get me to do what they want. Suicide genuinely looks like the best way out, and every time I think about ctb I feel this overwhelming peace.
But every time I think about that call to my boyfriend I break down. Taking the SN and then telling him I have an hour, maybe, to live terrifies me. I can't bear the thought of breaking his heart, but I don't want to suffer anymore. I'm torn, because I plan on going out on the 31st, but the thought of hurting him keeps me up sobbing at night.
But every time I think about that call to my boyfriend I break down. Taking the SN and then telling him I have an hour, maybe, to live terrifies me. I can't bear the thought of breaking his heart, but I don't want to suffer anymore. I'm torn, because I plan on going out on the 31st, but the thought of hurting him keeps me up sobbing at night.