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vacillating_ideation
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- May 12, 2019
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I left one of my jobs today and bought a nylon rope on the way home. I might linger for a little while just to see if there's a chance I can find another job or ever feel secure, but I'm not counting on it. Binge watching Better Call Saul and trying to forget about my life for now. Things were as good as they could get, and I wanted to ctb. I can't think of a good reason to hang in there if things are going to get harder and I'll be anymore miserable. I'm defective and worthless and that will never change.
And I feel like I've debunked all of those things people say about how suicide is wrong. Not in my case. I'm not hurting anyone. Things aren't going to get better because this isn't a temporary problem that will resolve with time. I'll always be on the outside looking in. I don't think I'm even a real human being. Why this moral injunction to keep living if you can't actually participate in life? People seem either superficial or outright hostile. And over time, I embody those things more and more: hostility cloaked in superficiality with no one left inside.
I can't get close to people. I can't be competent. Nothing will change that. I can't even be presentable! I'll come straight out of the shower and still look dirty. Why bother washing at all?
I know the time is getting close because I can hear through the veil more than ever. It feels and sounds like I'm surrounded by ghosts, like escorts are gathering around me. Who knows what the destination is? But I doubt it will differ whether I die tonight or decades from now.
See you on the other side.
And I feel like I've debunked all of those things people say about how suicide is wrong. Not in my case. I'm not hurting anyone. Things aren't going to get better because this isn't a temporary problem that will resolve with time. I'll always be on the outside looking in. I don't think I'm even a real human being. Why this moral injunction to keep living if you can't actually participate in life? People seem either superficial or outright hostile. And over time, I embody those things more and more: hostility cloaked in superficiality with no one left inside.
I can't get close to people. I can't be competent. Nothing will change that. I can't even be presentable! I'll come straight out of the shower and still look dirty. Why bother washing at all?
I know the time is getting close because I can hear through the veil more than ever. It feels and sounds like I'm surrounded by ghosts, like escorts are gathering around me. Who knows what the destination is? But I doubt it will differ whether I die tonight or decades from now.
See you on the other side.