Venting I love fantasizing about getting shot

[bloomingsicklecell]

Lately, I've been loving to fantasize about getting shot and bleeding out on the street. I imagine different locations, different people doing it (sometimes it's strangers, sometimes it's people I know), different circumstances, etc. A bullet strikes me, I feel a pang of pain, my legs get weak, I fall, there's a red spot on my white tank top growing bigger and bigger...as I lay in a huge blood puddle, I start feeling the metallic taste in my mouth. It hurts to breathe, but I feel ethereal. My consciousness is slowly leaving me along with the life itself. I see bright colors and sparkles flickering in front of me while I'm losing my vision. I'm powerless before it, and it's relieving, so I give myself up in the sweet embrace of death. I don't know how accurate my perception of this process is, but the idea of someone taking my life, and me having no control over it, is super comforting, and imagining this actually helps me fall asleep faster lol. Do any of you guys have similar thoughts and fantasies? Sorry for this corny rant, I just wanted to get it off my chest. God, I wish I was dead

 

[brickedup]

me everyday except its with different causes of death

 

[dontwakemeup]

At this point I don't care how I go, I just want OUT! Every night is the same, I only dream of not waking up and slipping into eternity quietly. Everyday morning is the same, "Oh hell no, not ANOTHER day!" and it keeps repeating...

 

[quietpill]

I've had very similar long-standing fantasies about this. I actually used to go out walking at night hoping it would happen, and got weirdly close. The idea of being mugged is so alluring, but focuses on being the victim of a stabbing rather than gunshot for me. I love the idea of a knife that slips in in quick succession, I imagine the cold night air numbing my cheeks when I hit the concrete and my mugger digging through my jacket and pockets for something only to find that I really have nothing except my ID and bank cards. How easy having it out of my hands and random would be, I very much relate to the clear-cut comfort of the idea.

 

[dust-in-the-wind]

When I was younger I fantasized about slitting my wrists and peacefully bleeding out in the bath tub.

 

[Fire&Ash]

Lately, I've been loving to fantasize about getting shot and bleeding out on the street. I imagine different locations, different people doing it (sometimes it's strangers, sometimes it's people I know), different circumstances, etc. A bullet strikes me, I feel a pang of pain, my legs get weak, I fall, there's a red spot on my white tank top growing bigger and bigger...as I lay in a huge blood puddle, I start feeling the metallic taste in my mouth. It hurts to breathe, but I feel ethereal. My consciousness is slowly leaving me along with the life itself. I see bright colors and sparkles flickering in front of me while I'm losing my vision. I'm powerless before it, and it's relieving, so I give myself up in the sweet embrace of death. I don't know how accurate my perception of this process is, but the idea of someone taking my life, and me having no control over it, is super comforting, and imagining this actually helps me fall asleep faster lol. Do any of you guys have similar thoughts and fantasies? Sorry for this corny rant, I just wanted to get it off my chest. God, I wish I was dead

Ya I have had fantasies of me getting into a fatal car accident or have a terminal illness or something. Hell I've hoped I could hire someone to shoot me cuz I'm done. It's better for my fam for me to die by something else than suicide but whateve

 

[affirmatice]

Gunshot is not my chosen method. Yet I fantasize about it too.

Crazy because I never once thought I would be in a position where I wanted to die. The thoughts just came naturally.

I have fantasies where I die for a good cause. Where I take a bullet to save the world. Where it's either me or my girlfriend that needs to get shot. And I bravely volunteer to save her.

I don't know why I think these ways. Maybe because at least I can die for a good cause. But no, nothing good about this, just sad pain and suffering and a death with no happy ending.

 

[ScaredOfMachines]

I similar fantasies often. Every time I go out someplace I hope it's that the day that I get caught up in a crime of some sort and end up a casualty of that. A robbery gone wrong, someone forgetting to hit the brake when I cross the street, etc. It bring me comfort too, like there's some ray of hope that things might end for me soon and I won't have to lift a finger.

Lately, I've been loving to fantasize about getting shot and bleeding out on the street. I imagine different locations, different people doing it (sometimes it's strangers, sometimes it's people I know), different circumstances, etc. A bullet strikes me, I feel a pang of pain, my legs get weak, I fall, there's a red spot on my white tank top growing bigger and bigger...as I lay in a huge blood puddle, I start feeling the metallic taste in my mouth. It hurts to breathe, but I feel ethereal. My consciousness is slowly leaving me along with the life itself. I see bright colors and sparkles flickering in front of me while I'm losing my vision. I'm powerless before it, and it's relieving, so I give myself up in the sweet embrace of death. I don't know how accurate my perception of this process is, but the idea of someone taking my life, and me having no control over it, is super comforting, and imagining this actually helps me fall asleep faster lol. Do any of you guys have similar thoughts and fantasies? Sorry for this corny rant, I just wanted to get it off my chest. God, I wish I was dead

Your descriptions extremely vivid and detailed, are all your fantasies like that? It doesn't sound corny at all.

 

[crocune]

Yeah I fantasize about my plane or train crashing so I can ctb but it being out of my control.

When I was a kid it was cars but it wasn't so I could die but so I could avoid what was happening around me

Now it's so I can die tho

 

[LostLily]

Imaging my death gives me a strange comfort

 

[render]

i do it because i think it'd be nice if someone did the deed for me instead of me havin to spend my own money and time doing it myself. they'd really just be doing me a favor

 

[isolatedl111]

Lately, I've been loving to fantasize about getting shot and bleeding out on the street. I imagine different locations, different people doing it (sometimes it's strangers, sometimes it's people I know), different circumstances, etc. A bullet strikes me, I feel a pang of pain, my legs get weak, I fall, there's a red spot on my white tank top growing bigger and bigger...as I lay in a huge blood puddle, I start feeling the metallic taste in my mouth. It hurts to breathe, but I feel ethereal. My consciousness is slowly leaving me along with the life itself. I see bright colors and sparkles flickering in front of me while I'm losing my vision. I'm powerless before it, and it's relieving, so I give myself up in the sweet embrace of death. I don't know how accurate my perception of this process is, but the idea of someone taking my life, and me having no control over it, is super comforting, and imagining this actually helps me fall asleep faster lol. Do any of you guys have similar thoughts and fantasies? Sorry for this corny rant, I just wanted to get it off my chest. God, I wish I was dead

It's an attractive way to go out for some

 

[Szarur-abi]

I dont want to die by gunshot in anyway, it just seems too drastic for me.

that being said i have thoughts for months imaging myself with a revolver, putting it in my mouth and pulling the triger and then hearing the gunshot and seeing my brain splattered on walls while blood drips from my head on the floor and i lay here dead while my muscles soften and i become like a puppet... Its very vivid imagery

I know its weird and not normal, i just have these thoughts especially when suicidal thoughts increase but its weird cause my chosen method for potential CTB is SN not by a gun.

 

[bloomingsicklecell]

At this point I don't care how I go, I just want OUT! Every night is the same, I only dream of not waking up and slipping into eternity quietly. Everyday morning is the same, "Oh hell no, not ANOTHER day!" and it keeps repeating...

oh yeah, I know what you're saying. when I wake up, I immediately rush to do something to keep myself busy and not think of how disappointing it is that I woke up alive

Gunshot is not my chosen method. Yet I fantasize about it too.

Crazy because I never once thought I would be in a position where I wanted to die. The thoughts just came naturally.

I have fantasies where I die for a good cause. Where I take a bullet to save the world. Where it's either me or my girlfriend that needs to get shot. And I bravely volunteer to save her.

I don't know why I think these ways. Maybe because at least I can die for a good cause. But no, nothing good about this, just sad pain and suffering and a death with no happy ending.

dying for a good cause would actually be so great. at least I'd know that there was something good about my death and it benefited someone

I similar fantasies often. Every time I go out someplace I hope it's that the day that I get caught up in a crime of some sort and end up a casualty of that. A robbery gone wrong, someone forgetting to hit the brake when I cross the street, etc. It bring me comfort too, like there's some ray of hope that things might end for me soon and I won't have to lift a finger.



Your descriptions extremely vivid and detailed, are all your fantasies like that? It doesn't sound corny at all.

yeah, I fantasize about many things, and I've always been told I have vivid imagination haha. I do fantasize a lot about dying specifically, it's the only thing that brings me comfort these days, unfortunately

i do it because i think it'd be nice if someone did the deed for me instead of me havin to spend my own money and time doing it myself. they'd really just be doing me a favor

agreed, too bad it'd be illegal even with my consent

 

[ninfanatic]

i've fantasized about paying someone to kill me.