Tonight was the final deathblow. The last few weeks I have been very distant, and I haven’t really kept in contact with anyone, as everytime I go to call someone, a feeling/suspicion that they don’t want to talk to me prevents me from calling. Anyway tonight I was in town and I got blown off by someone I was going to meet. So I tried calling a few friends, and it seems my feeling/suspicion was correct. Not one person who I thought I still had a shred of a connection with picked up their phone. Many more failed attempts at getting through and a few text messages later, and nothing. 2 hours later, still nothing, not even something to say ‘sorry I missed your call, I’m busy tonight’. So back to my dark room with the internet, whiskey and weed, like every other night.
I can’t even describe the emptiness…
But I guess it was the push I needed. Monday I book my flight to Thailand.
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what’s in thailand? this is where I’m at right now as well (minus whiskey). Maybe I’ll go to thailand too. The emptiness truly is indescribable
Thailand is where deliverance lies. I know for a fact the suicide rate in Thailand is quite high, probably something to do with there being so many places where one can easily obtain fatal drugs such as ********. I think the same deal applies in Mexico and Peru, but I’d rather go to Thailand since it is a slightly less dangerous place than Peru and Mexico, and I’d like to see part of the tropics before I die.