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farawaystar
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- Mar 16, 2026
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It's so easy to think about dying. It comforts me, honestly — knowing that one day all of this will just stop. The pain, the exhaustion, everything. But actually doing it? That's the part I don't understand.
Right now I'm just sitting on my bed. I want to leave so badly. There's a bridge near me, 45 meters high. I know where it is. I could go there tonight. I could jump. And it would finally be over.
But I'm scared.
Not of dying. Not of the fall. I'm scared of the seconds before. Standing there. Letting go. What if I hesitate? What if my body won't let me? That moment — right before — that's what stops me.
It's strange. We all have the way. We all have the choice. But something inside holds us back. At the very last second, something invisible just... stops us. I don't know if it's fear, or something deeper. Maybe just the body fighting to survive.
But I promise myself — I will push through it. I will do it. Soon.
Right now I'm just sitting on my bed. I want to leave so badly. There's a bridge near me, 45 meters high. I know where it is. I could go there tonight. I could jump. And it would finally be over.
But I'm scared.
Not of dying. Not of the fall. I'm scared of the seconds before. Standing there. Letting go. What if I hesitate? What if my body won't let me? That moment — right before — that's what stops me.
It's strange. We all have the way. We all have the choice. But something inside holds us back. At the very last second, something invisible just... stops us. I don't know if it's fear, or something deeper. Maybe just the body fighting to survive.
But I promise myself — I will push through it. I will do it. Soon.