Hello out there in suicidal land. I have no hope for the future.
I’m tired of the pain of loneliness. For now, I’m chicken shit. I can’t do it, and I’m sure deep down inside I don’t want to do it. Yet, I keep fantasizing about hanging myself or charcoal combined with car exhaust seems to be the way to go. I need to end this pain.Â I’m 37. Maybe its time to go. Tell me what is the meaning of life again? See since I wrote that I know I don’t want to go. Suicide is attractive because the pain can end.