This feeling is getting stronger and stronger as the days go by. I think about dying, and in some sick sense, I find relief. I feel like it’s the only way I’ll ever be at peace with myself. Sad, huh? I just don’t care anymore. Getting up in the morning to go to school is the hardest thing, then on top of that I have to put on an act so that people will stop questioning me. It’s been like this for a few months now, and I just want it all to end.. I’m so lost.
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feeling the same way. thinking about my eventual end provides me some relief too. but will it really be a relief? it will just be the end of existence.
we are living in the easiest, most comfortable society and experience for humans in all of history. cherish it while it still lasts.
i keep thinking about how my future will be, and i really honestly believe in my heart that its nothing special. i have nothing to live for.
the reality is that we’re all just insignificant living organisms.
somehow we have evolved speech, feelings, emotions, “consciousness” and are able to think about it much more so than any other creature.
in the long run, we’re just going to die tho, and it will be painful. so why not just die the quickest way possible so as to reduce the amount of pain you will personally feel?
i dont see why dying now is gonna be any different from dying in the future. i just dont care.
and yet you’re still here. Even with the knowledge of our inevitable doom, most people can’t bring themselves to end their lives early. We have an instinct to want to live and fear death that has been breed into us over millions of years.
Your story is the past 6 years of my life. Thinking about my death brings me such comfort and relief. I just haven’t had the balls to do it yet. But I feel closer than before. Closer than I’ve ever been. I’m praying this will be my last year. Can’t even think of the future. I don’t have one and hell, I don’t want one.
I have the balls to do it. And I plan on doing it very soon.