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DefinitelyReady
Why, do the birds, go on singing??
- Mar 14, 2024
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I really wanted to be an organ donor. That was so important to me for several reasons. I'm accepting now that it most likely is not going to happen. Even if they got my body within 5min (by firearm) I don't think they can use my body for various f**ked up Bible-Belt laws. I'm not for certain, but I think it's the truth. I've deluded myself into thinking if I took all the measures then I would be an exception to the rule(s). I won't be. I still don't have a method as 100% chosen, but I'm leaning more towards SN. I don't look forward to the pain, psychological and physical. I don't care if it's minimal and minutes of discomfort. It will burn, I will feel panicked and trapped, claustrophobic, the stomach issues, fear of it failing, fear of throwing it up, fear of waking up a day later, etc etc etc. My worst enemy is my own mind and I will be trapped with it for minutes. Plus I have GI issues so I could potentially just fuck up my body and give myself a botched poisoning. The repercussions would be even worse if I didn't succeed. Not to mention donorwise, it will destroy my body and render it worthless and I definitely won't be found in time if it were somehow still usable.
I just see no way of being a donor. So another wish squashed. Procurring a gun seems impossible and I feel so incredibly stupid for not being able to make it happen. That's my dream method.
There's no escape for me, so I come to this website as a distraction because I have none. It's pathetic. But I am pathetic so that's nothing new. Everywhere I turn for relief there's a reason, if not multiple, as to why I can't find any solace. I will find myself literally turning in a circle trying to decide where to go. Now the diazepam is barely working, and I don't think it's a build-up of tolerance towards it's effect... I think the realization of how incredibly screwed I am becomes more clear everyday; and even if you can escape a feeling, you can't escape a thought that is full of complete truth. There's no way to avoid it and I'm almost literally paralyzed by it. Every direction my eyes turn there's a reminder of pain caused by my failure. Even worse when I close my eyes. That's why my sleep is even worse than it already was because there has to be TV playing as to drown out my own thoughts.
I envy the strength people have to ctb. Because some, like me, are just truly stuck, and it's cruel. It's cruel to the people who suffer because of me.
Yet again,
A will, without a way.
I just see no way of being a donor. So another wish squashed. Procurring a gun seems impossible and I feel so incredibly stupid for not being able to make it happen. That's my dream method.
There's no escape for me, so I come to this website as a distraction because I have none. It's pathetic. But I am pathetic so that's nothing new. Everywhere I turn for relief there's a reason, if not multiple, as to why I can't find any solace. I will find myself literally turning in a circle trying to decide where to go. Now the diazepam is barely working, and I don't think it's a build-up of tolerance towards it's effect... I think the realization of how incredibly screwed I am becomes more clear everyday; and even if you can escape a feeling, you can't escape a thought that is full of complete truth. There's no way to avoid it and I'm almost literally paralyzed by it. Every direction my eyes turn there's a reminder of pain caused by my failure. Even worse when I close my eyes. That's why my sleep is even worse than it already was because there has to be TV playing as to drown out my own thoughts.
I envy the strength people have to ctb. Because some, like me, are just truly stuck, and it's cruel. It's cruel to the people who suffer because of me.
Yet again,
A will, without a way.
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