I want to know if somebody, some god chooses who is cursed from birth to have such a desire for death. If he/she exists, and when I find them I cant begin to imagine the torture I will put them through. I have had to suffer along with four of my closest friends with thoughts and desires that stem from such a dark place. I am the last one left. Either intentionally or from a disregard of life they all ended where i want so badly to be. I couldn’t say how many times I have tried to kill myself, either on a whim or with planning every time i fail makes it more desirable. Its a challenge. I moved down to Victoria from Queensland to remove myself and disconnect from people I felt may be affected by my death as i had by my closest. I knew no one, it was what i wanted. And then, a complication. I met Dylan, and he loved me. I don’t think I had really had anyone else love me like that before. I had to sweep all my thoughts for death under the rug. It hasn’t been easy. I would still think about it several times a day. Its like every situation I was in I would relate back to death. But i am in love with him. We had a big fight on New Years Eve, hes still hanging around, but i think he doesn’t care anymore. So my complication is gone now, and i have all this hurt to further push me over the cliff. I’m home alone. Maybe for the last night, I don’t know, I don’t know anything anymore.
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A suicide God, what an interesting concept…I bet he’d have a cool outfit, probably a bit like Deaths robe, I bet he’d carry a noose as well. I dunno if I’d like to torture him, I’d give you a hand to beat the crap out of him though.
I haven’t posted on here before, I don’t even know how I stumbled across your post either, so you can tell me to fuck off if you like.
It’s just your post struck a chord with me. I’m the last of my family alive, my brother and two sisters killed themselves, it was a lot of years ago, but it still hurts as well as the hurt from that I was blessed by the god of suicide myself, so I can relate to you…I think.
Like you I’ve also just been in love, but it didn’t work out. It was the first time in 10 years that I’ve felt like that for someone. When it ended all the old hurts came up…they just won’t fuck off. I just can’t tell if it was the old wounds that stopped me from letting the relationship work or not, but it’s like that fucking god of death is just waiting around to come and twist the knife, when ever something goes wrong. Maybe while he’s up here screwing with my love life you might have a chance to let this guy you’re in love with back into your life.
Anyway, I dunno why I’m writing all this…I hope you’re not dead.