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Mecha Man
Experienced
- Jul 16, 2018
- 230
I want to preclude this by noting that this is related to another thread, in which I made this exact same post at the bottom of tonight, but it didn't occur to me that probably no one would read it, because it's at the bottom of a thread. I hope I'm not breaking any kinds of rules here or anything, but anyways, the other thread is this: https://sanctioned-suicide.net/threads/so-the-craziest-thing-happened-today.1889/#post-23669
To summarize that post, basically my brother offered me the use of his shotgun if I ever felt like killing myself.
So here's what I have to say now:
OMG... I feel like I've been deceived. The other day while my brother was at work, I went to check out his gun just to make sure I still knew how to operate it. I wasn't even planning on using it. And the box it was in was -locked-. I feel like I've been tricked. I thought I had an easy way out, if it ever came to that. Now that's gone, and I feel worse than I did before. I feel like I'm completely trapped in this body. I don't think there's any better way to put it; I feel like I'm in hell. My whole family loves me so much that what they seem to care about more than anything else is making me happy again. I know that probably sounds like a nice thing, but for me it only makes this situation so much more difficult, constantly having to listen to inspirational speeches and how "things are going to get better." I know it doesn't do any good but I can't help but silently yell out into the void, "Somebody please help me! Somebody please kill me! Why won't the world let me die?!"
Edit: I forgot that I should probably note that my brother was high on drugs when he made this offer in the first place, so maybe when he came to his senses he realized he'd made a terrible mistake. That doesn't make me feel any better, but it at least makes this situation more understandable.
To summarize that post, basically my brother offered me the use of his shotgun if I ever felt like killing myself.
So here's what I have to say now:
OMG... I feel like I've been deceived. The other day while my brother was at work, I went to check out his gun just to make sure I still knew how to operate it. I wasn't even planning on using it. And the box it was in was -locked-. I feel like I've been tricked. I thought I had an easy way out, if it ever came to that. Now that's gone, and I feel worse than I did before. I feel like I'm completely trapped in this body. I don't think there's any better way to put it; I feel like I'm in hell. My whole family loves me so much that what they seem to care about more than anything else is making me happy again. I know that probably sounds like a nice thing, but for me it only makes this situation so much more difficult, constantly having to listen to inspirational speeches and how "things are going to get better." I know it doesn't do any good but I can't help but silently yell out into the void, "Somebody please help me! Somebody please kill me! Why won't the world let me die?!"
Edit: I forgot that I should probably note that my brother was high on drugs when he made this offer in the first place, so maybe when he came to his senses he realized he'd made a terrible mistake. That doesn't make me feel any better, but it at least makes this situation more understandable.