and tomorrow morning i shall wake.
hah it rhymes.
am i suicidal? kinda, maybe. not really. i don’t really want to die — in fact the thought of actually killing myself scares me. no, i’ll be around tomorrow, the day after next, and the day after that. but the thing is, i’m not really sure living is that great either. so i’ve got myself stuck in a dilemma between living and not, and until i can make a decision, all i’m doing is existing. like flotsam in a sea of people.
you, why are you reading this. did you stumble upon the site like i did? why do you care? why do you care about all these nameless, faceless people you’ve never met. why do you care if they take their lives, or if they don’t?
they say life is a journey, and it’s the process, not the destination, that matters.
No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.Â
really?
what is dead is dead is dead is dead. it doesn’t matter what you’ve done, or what you haven’t, or what you could have should have done.
goodnight
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This,
explains everything. I know how you feel about suicide and being scared on killing yourself, caus eit scares me too..
A person i know. i wish i could call them my friend but im not sure who my real friends are anymore.. told me the other day to stop trying to find ways and reasons to kill myself but to find ways and reasons to stay alive… maybe it will help you? it didn’t really help me.. i wish it did.. im sorry i cant say more.. i really wish i could help..