I don’t know what to do. My sanity is slipping away. Everything is swirling into darkness. I’m going nuts. I can’t do this anymore.
It isn’t optimal, and I will hurt a lot of people by doing it, but I need to die soon. Should I drive up to the train tracks and wait? Lay my neck across the tracks and hope that my body will run around like a chicken after my head is cut off? Or, god forbid, buy a gun? Such a convenient and reliable way to die.
Fuck. I should do this soon. Write a note to my family. Get all of my affairs in order. Soon.
I’m going to go work on that note now. Even though trying to make them understand seems hopeless.
This will probably be my last post on here. I can’t say it’s been a pleasure.
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At the speed you’re going, saying slow down the bridge is only out momentarily, may only sound like a murmur.May you find what you are looking for, but when you do not, may you cope with what you do find.