I’ve written out a competent, thorough suicide letter, and drafted a will (which can’t be legal anyway because of my age), with how I want my things to be sorted and what I want to happen to my body.
When the time comes, I’m ready. Everything in order. I just need to start getting rid of things no one will want, and set a date to do it by. If I’m not ready by then, I’ll set another date. This is going to end soon, I feel it.
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As we plan to kill ourselves we eventually reach a point where we begin to feel at peace.
We become content with our decision, our resolve to die.
That’s my hope. I’ll admit writing the letter made me almost reconsider, when I realized how many people there were. But it’s not about them, is it? :/
No it isn’t. I think that when people say that we are the selfish ones because we want to take our lives, it is really them who are selfish because they don’t want us to be truely at peace.
I never thought of it like that…