Today I heard about something a guy in my town did. This poor, desperate, genius. A day or two ago (I’m not sure which, this kind of news is often misleading), he walked out to one of the busiest highways in the area and sat on the cement median. He just sat there for a while, waiting. Waiting for a semi truck. When he saw it coming he started to walk out into the road. Seeing him the truck driver tried to stop and swerved but he was going so fast that there was little he could do. He managed to swerve enough that he wouldn’t hit the guy. But then the guy dived in front of him and was almost instantly killed.
He’s one of the lucky ones. His method worked. Why hadn’t I thought of that?? It seems so simple. So obvious.
I want to try it. Tonight would be ideal. I’ve already cut up my legs, what’s a little road rash going to hurt? Besides. No one’s going to miss me. I fucked up the game. We lost. Because of me. I could have, should have done better. I shouldn’t have let them down. I shouldn’t have had a fucking VCD attack. I let them down and then my family comes over and tells me how terrible I was, and what a horrible person I am.
Super. Now I want to go cut some more from thinking about it. So I guess that’s what I’ll do. Go scar up my flesh some more then wait a couple hours and make my walk to the highway. Sounds like an awesome plan to me. Now I’m just babbling, sorry. Good bye every one.
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You still have hope. You can forgive yourself, even if others don’t. You can find happiness.
That semi-truck could’ve rolled and hit other cars.. maybe one with a mother and child. Suicide isn’t the answer.