I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. Death. I keep waiting for it to come to me but it refuses. Maybe there is something out there for me. Some bigger plan that I’m just unaware of. Or maybe I’m meant to die, by my own choice.
I would definitely do it different this time. Screw the pills, they didn’t do anything for me last time. But this time would be different. This time I couldn’t fail. I would jump. I would find a place overlooking the beauty that God blessed us with and I would hurl myself into the fresh chilled air.
The wind rushing through my hair. The feeling of being breathless. The sweet silence that only comes before death. Then one last second of pain before nothingness. I dream about it. Whenever I’m somewhere high up I think to myself, “Could this be the place? Is this where it ends?”
I can’t do it. I can’t give up on my life. My family needs me. My friends need me. I need to stay strong and pretend like nothings wrong. I need to hide away my pain and be the foundational support that I’ve always been for them. It’s always for them. I only have one wish in this life, and I’m willing to give it up. Only for them.
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every morning I wake up and say “damn, I;m still alive”. I told my husband that one time and he said Well thanks a lot! no help.I’ don’t want to live to 87 while I deiteriate and end up in a nursing home and die and what is it all for anyway? I don’t understand why I have to live.It’s enough. i’m 55. it’s enough. I want to go without everyone (all 3) hating me for it. I keep trying to figure a way to kil myself and still have transferable body parts. I’ll never come back to this site. we are all alone. But how do so many people do the happiness thing? I don’t understand