I can still remember that first time in my life when I thought to my self “is there actually a point of living?” at that point, I was in a right state. Didn’t have the best day of school, had so much going on in my life and everything was pilling up. I just got bored and tired of having to pick myself up from the ground and get back on my own two feet. I just didn’t see the point in it at all.
I remember that I kept thinking to myself ” There’s going to be no hope in the end, might as well end it now right?” I can tell you now that I was so close to jumping off and ending it all. I have no idea what it was but somehow, I turned away and started walking home. Still from today, I think its that i had no courage, or I was scared. The same thing happened about 3 times.
I turned to cutting instead and kept it as that. I needed a way to escape the pain. I’m not one of those people who can just explain everything to someone and expect them to understand. I like to keep it all to myself, I prefer to write it down and just keep it. Like what I’m doing now I guess?
Still from today i have no idea what I’m planning on doing?
I’ll just keep posting and see from there on I guess? I mean, what else can I possibly do for myself?
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My opinion on why u didn’t is that some people have something they must fulfil in life before they can die and (life,god,what ever is controlling) will protect that person and if they must protect them from them selves then that person will never understand why they didn’t kill them self they just won’t with no reason that’s my reasoning makes me feel like I have a reason for life and I’m not just a pansy
yes because its totally tactful to call anyone who wants to die a pansy. or force them to live because society regards itself as god, if not by word but deed.
and people aren’t pansies. emotional dependence on a person is a powerful addiction with more frightening consequences sometimes than a drug addiction.