How very decisive of you. Take it from a devotee of “waiting in place”; follow up your bark with the same amount of bite.
I myself feel that improvement is futile, especially with the state my mind has been in for the past 6 months. I’m comfortable with how I am for now, but I’m only *just* holding on with all things considered. In the event you give up “trying”, all I’ll say is – get it done.
Whether that’s the improvement you so seek or an exit from this life, waste not a moment of your time in achieving that goal. Obviously I’m biased towards you going for the former, but it’s your destiny, friend.
Do you ever feel like life is this big waiting room for death? Like they’ll call your name: “Frightened!” and you’ll get up and step through the door to nonexistence? That’s exactly how I feel.
So life is the waiting room to the inevitable. And true to form like all waiting rooms it is boring and rage inducing.
We are going to die sooner or later; why does it matter when? Does it matter?
I really don’t have anything wrong going on in my life, have great family and friends. I just feel as though trying to live here on this earth is a waste of time. The moments of happiness and love are too soon followed by depression. I’m tired of being here, I don’t see the point. After 6 years of feeling this way I no longer want to search for a short term solution.
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Well done.
How very decisive of you. Take it from a devotee of “waiting in place”; follow up your bark with the same amount of bite.
I myself feel that improvement is futile, especially with the state my mind has been in for the past 6 months. I’m comfortable with how I am for now, but I’m only *just* holding on with all things considered. In the event you give up “trying”, all I’ll say is – get it done.
Whether that’s the improvement you so seek or an exit from this life, waste not a moment of your time in achieving that goal. Obviously I’m biased towards you going for the former, but it’s your destiny, friend.
All the best to you.
Do you ever feel like life is this big waiting room for death? Like they’ll call your name: “Frightened!” and you’ll get up and step through the door to nonexistence? That’s exactly how I feel.
So life is the waiting room to the inevitable. And true to form like all waiting rooms it is boring and rage inducing.
We are going to die sooner or later; why does it matter when? Does it matter?
Ah! I guess if you find something to live for it matters. I’m not very good at finding things to live for. Which is why I’m here I guess!
I really don’t have anything wrong going on in my life, have great family and friends. I just feel as though trying to live here on this earth is a waste of time. The moments of happiness and love are too soon followed by depression. I’m tired of being here, I don’t see the point. After 6 years of feeling this way I no longer want to search for a short term solution.
Please try calling a suicide hotline before you do anything drastic, or using a suicide prevention service.
Also if you need facebook friends or other social network friends i would friend you. I enjoy having online friends.