So yesterday the only friend I had in the world left me. He told me I was a bad person… that I was too fucked uo for him to stick around. How my apathy and suicidal ideation made it bad for him to be around me. And as much as I begged him to stay, and as much as I pleaded, there was no changing his mind.
So I came home. Bought some alcohol, bought out the pain killers. Swallowed 50. Took a blade to my wrist and carved my skin off. Then took a rope and tried to hang myself.
Yet I am still here. Im so tired of living. So tired of the constant BS that is my life. I am not happy. I no longer want to be here. Yet I am unable to successfully kill myself. *sigh*
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well, if you really want to die.. the artery in your arm might do it..
but if you can hang on to anything, I really mean anything you love.. do it.
there must be something that you love.. I love nature.. it doesn’t matter that nature would eat me.. I still love it and it makes me feel peaceful..
it isn’t my reason for living, but it is one thing I do love in this world..
find enough of those small things and you just might find a reason you want to stay..
god, I can hardly believe after 50 painkillers and alcohol you still didn’t die..
that in itself seems amazing..
well, now you still can choose life if you want to 🙂
I don’t want to be pushy about religion, but maybe that is god saying, your time is not done? That you still have something to do on this earth.
What you went through is simply amazing.
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