My mom, my two sisters, my mom's friend, my other relatives (including my grandma, all my aunts, uncles, and cousins), at least seven of my friends, a few of my coworkers, and maybe more people I forgot about would likely miss me when I CTB. They will probably mourn and grieve my death and some may never get over it. Some may go on to do terrible things to themselves or other people in retaliation. Some might want to follow me into the void and thus cause more grief and suffering as a result. And that's just in real life.
I'm well aware of how loved and appreciated I am. I know I have plenty of friends who enjoy my company and family members who depend on me. The thing is, I don't really care about them all that much. I haven't truly cared for any other person the way I have cared for the past women I've fancied. Does this make me selfish? Of course it does. Does it make me evil? You bet your sweet bippy I am.
Eight and a half years ago, my heart and soul were broken from my second love interest getting a boyfriend even though she initially showed interest in me. Is this reason stupid and petty? Absolutely. The fact that such an idiotic premise was enough to break me just goes to show how unfit for life I am since I haven't been able to fully move on since and even when I've tried to move on it's just failed in even more increasingly horrifyingly ridiculous ways. If I don't CTB soon I will probably add a fifth female human to this repertoire to be tortured by my interest at some point and the most I can do to prevent this future woman's suffering is to eliminate myself before she can even meet me. I'd say that's worth the sacrifice all those other people I listed will have to bear but if it isn't then I'm stupid enough to say I don't care. They can miss me all they want but I won't miss having to be alive just to ruin someone else's life yet again.