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- May 5, 2022
- 805
The reality of my situation is hitting me pretty hard.
I can't control the tears.
I doesn't feel like I'm venting here anymore.
It really feels like I'm making the last posts of my life.
I always believed that you should try your best to communicate with everyone you care about before ctbing. and to not do so was incredibly selfish and unkind.
But now as I get closer to what feels like the end...
it's all just too much. I feel like I owe so many people an explanation. And my imagination keeps creating this plague effect of how my actions will ripple through everyone who ever knew me. I no longer think anything I say will make it easier. I judged too harshly the people who leave without ever saying a word and for that I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't get it until now.
I'm at the planning stages of these final moments and I never noticed how much clutter I have accumulated in my life. Dealing with getting rid of stuff feels so draining. I think I want to just book a flight and leave. I want to go to Thailand.
I think I have an idea of how I will end my life. It will be by gun to the head.
I will not worry about it not working.
I will not consider statistics.
I will just do it. With tears streaming down my face and a resolve to never wake up again.
I always feared pain and like many of you I've sought ways to go in peace. but if im going to do this. REALLY do this. Then I have no right to want it not to hurt. I'll just have to deal with the pain for as long as it takes and die that way. If there is any controlling force in existence, I hope it can show me mercy and let it be quick.
I can't control the tears.
I doesn't feel like I'm venting here anymore.
It really feels like I'm making the last posts of my life.
I always believed that you should try your best to communicate with everyone you care about before ctbing. and to not do so was incredibly selfish and unkind.
But now as I get closer to what feels like the end...
it's all just too much. I feel like I owe so many people an explanation. And my imagination keeps creating this plague effect of how my actions will ripple through everyone who ever knew me. I no longer think anything I say will make it easier. I judged too harshly the people who leave without ever saying a word and for that I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't get it until now.
I'm at the planning stages of these final moments and I never noticed how much clutter I have accumulated in my life. Dealing with getting rid of stuff feels so draining. I think I want to just book a flight and leave. I want to go to Thailand.
I think I have an idea of how I will end my life. It will be by gun to the head.
I will not worry about it not working.
I will not consider statistics.
I will just do it. With tears streaming down my face and a resolve to never wake up again.
I always feared pain and like many of you I've sought ways to go in peace. but if im going to do this. REALLY do this. Then I have no right to want it not to hurt. I'll just have to deal with the pain for as long as it takes and die that way. If there is any controlling force in existence, I hope it can show me mercy and let it be quick.