I don’t give a rat’s ass what my family thinks (with the exception of a couple of nephews and a niece) because they decided a long time ago that I was beneath them, and they won’t accept or acknowledge that they’ve wronged me in any way, shape, or form, so if my suicide causes them to feel an achy pain that they can’t lift every bloody day, then we’re even.
I have a lot of friends, many of whom care about me quite a bit. I feel bad about how much it will hurt them after I kill myself. They’re the reason why I haven’t done it yet.
I wish the love that I receive would outweigh the pain that I feel every day.
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Me too:(.
I’m constantly asking God to stop making me live so I don’t have to end my life myself. And I wish my suicide wouldn’t hurt those around me…and I resent having to think about them…it is not right that I shouldn’t end my life because it would hurt others. That means I must live in this hell so they don’t hurt!! How fair is that!!! Aren’t they the selfish ones???
I’m with you on this!
When I was a kid I used to pray to God to kill me by my 15th birthday. Now I’m a little older than twice that and still miserable. My plan now is just to be extremely careless, perhaps taking up extreme sports, and if I go I go.