I have decided on the date already. There are 2 and a half weeks to my 19th birthday, I will do it anytime during that time, or maybe on the day of my birthday.
There was never anything too wrong with my life, I just never cared or saw the meaning of working 8 hours a day just to get by in this world full of liars and cheaters. I hope that the people that actually gave a damn can forgive me. I hate when some of them tell me that I’m being selfish or cowardly, I know this is the easy way out but frankly I don’t give a shit and it’s selfish of Them to keep me here just so that I don’t hurt them in the process. In the end even the people who care end up leaving or backstabbing anyway.
I don’t have any particular life goals, never did and never will. This life seems empty and pointless in retrospect.
To the one person I’ve loved romantically, she was such a tit at times, but I’ll miss her more than this life.
Cheers.
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But think about it. The small things that have kept you tethered until now-even those will be absent when you die.
Most people let society tell them the meaning of Life, but some of us don’t.
We are in that latter group; we need to make up our own meanings…
Which itself is an unstable and unlikely process, but…
Good luck, whatever you may do.
Happy birthday. RIP.