I’m saying goodbye now. The inevitable has been prolonged for too long. I’m sick of everything piling up & having no way to go about sorting it all out. I can’t stand for 2 seconds without being knocked over & left with my face in the ground. It’s too much.
So with that, I say goodbye to you all & good luck with your endevours.
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Wait, tell me what happened?
There’s no point.
Best of luck to you…whether you succeed or not…I hope you find what you need.
Thanks. So long.
In-La-Kesh, I Love You.
May 1000 lantens illuminate your life. 😀
Best of Luck, Biscuit of Deaht.
Ha, sykee.
I understand
Does anyone really understand anymore…
I can relate at least to what you have written. Most times I feel trapped and want to find some way out of this life too and my last resort would be suicide too
It’s not just being trapped. It’s being sucked into the vortex that continues to grow & grow & grow inside me. I’ve tried to escape this darkness but even the brightest light gets sucked into it never to be seen again.
I can’t win.
I feel a lot like that lately too. Nothing seems to help and nothing I do seems to make it all better or make it go away. My days just pass by and I wish there was just a way to not exist in this world. People keep telling me that there’s good things to living but I can’t really find any reason in living this way either.
Exactly… there’s no point. Especially when you’re already dead inside..
yeah I am sorta at the stage of….I don’t wanna die, but I am not keen on living either.
But there’s really no in-between, unless you can put yourself in a coma & keep yourself there.
I know there isn’t. The only thing stopping me is the thought getting it wrong. If I try it and don’t die, then it’ll only be worse really. I’d have to explain myself to everyone, and I really don’t want to.
I can’t afford a failed attempt. The fear of that alone keeps me from truly doing it.
I know what you mean; I was like that for a while after my last attempt.
yep, what terrifies me more than living is, trying to kill myself, then waking up feeling stupid that I am still alive.
I mean if I were to really do it, I don’t want that.
Now that’s a nightmare. The last thing I want is some kind of lousy intervention.
But then that’s when you go to extremes to ensure that you won’t fail. Or pick something that no one survives. Like cyanide poisoning or something.
True, I am a coward when it comes to pain so I’d want to pick a way that’s painless and quick.
Mhm.. I personally dont care as long as it gets the job done..
well I am not at -that- stage yet. Contemplating it is a lot different than doing it.
That’s true.