Well, it probably voids all rules of this site to say this. But tonight, i’m going to kill myself. I’m not here to get help as such.
I’m seventeen. And it’s new year. And I’m drunk.
Although i said i’m not here for help, i won’t stop anybody who tries, because i know full well you would even if i told you not too. Because bar a few pathetic trolls here and there, each and every one of you are amazing people.
I guess, this is being written so i can feel understood for a little while. I want to speak to someone who knows what it’s like to spend every waking second craving a final end to their problems, because then i won’t feel so alone.
Obviously, i’m scared. That’s probably something to do with it too. But there’s a shotgun, with two loaded barrels sitting there. Just waiting for me. And sooner or later i’ll go to it.
But enough of that. Like i said, i just want to talk to someone who thinks similarly to how i do. So maybe, i don’t die feeling so lonely.
I can barely see i’m so drunk, so forgive any typos if i make any.
But let’s start this smalltalk i’m craving off then. What’s your name? And, why are you here tonight.