it’s non-existence. I would choose non-existence over every aspect of my life; I really don’t care all that much about it. I could do without living and perception.
So you either wait for your body to run out of steam, some freak accident, or take matters into your own hands. I wanna go to heaven, and for me heaven would be absolute nothing. I want everything that I am to be gone, every trace of consciousness, kaput, finito. But to kill myself is so pro-active; so much work. Ugh, wait, do it myself or hope for an accident. Is this all we’re doing here, going over these three options until either you pick one or decide to live the life you have.
I could do it tonight if I really wanted to; I live alone and I have a near perfect method that is painless and boasts %100 success.
I have my ticket, ready to go; but I guess I’m in no rush because A. my life aint all that bad(im bad) and B. it’s an open ticket good for any day, any time.
I can’t wait till I get to the point where I feel that I have absolutely nothing left to live for. There are things, annoyances, that I feel obligation toward, but as soon as I sink deep enough into my depression, boy oh boy will things change. I’m going out in a blaze of glory peeps