Yesterday was my birthday. I spent it alone drinking, and fighting with my only friend who now refuses to speak to me.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I hate my family. They torture me. I have zero reason to stay here anymore.
No one cares enough in this world to make any difference for me.
I would like a gun but I only have a rope. I chickened out last night but, Tonight’s the Night.
Thank you for everything. You all will be in my last thoughts.
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It’s not night, it’s morning
WhyohWhy! I was wondering about you. My birthday was just the other day. We’re both Sagittarius, that’s cool.
I’m very sorry to hear this. You’re really sure you want to go through with that? If you need someone to speak with, feel free to message me.
It’s night where I am.
Sure Persphone. I’m currently on my way to buy a 1/5 of vodka. You can email me here: wildernessrealm@gmail.com
why, oh why, sky.
Good luck! I’m sorry about the gun. If there’s an afterlife, maybe I’ll drop by and say hi in a month or so.
If there is an Afterlife, I make a post on SP.
Oh no, the horror!! What if there’s an afterlife…with NO SP!!! O_O I never even thought about that possibility!
hey whyohwhysky, I’m sorry to hear about this. I know there’s nothing I could say or do to prevent it, so good luck, and I hope you don’t have to suffer any longer. We’re gonna miss you 🙁
I admire you for your courage in the same extent I am embarrased of myself for the lack of it. Despite having prepared it all, I cannot bring myself to CTB. Could you maybe give me some advice?