I was so careful with the measurements. Yet I still woke up this morning only to a hell of a stomach ache and spewing everywhere. I thought for sure I would be done peace at last, no pressures too tug at me all day long. Just bliss and as I sat there knowing full well what I had done I grew with joy. I hugged my mom and my sister hell I even talked about cars with my step dad who I loathe. In those moments I was happy only too wake up the next day knowing my curse is still not over. Like a beggar I still have to roam the streets of life hoping anyone or anything can spare me and end my pain. Alas it was just another attempt at the persuit of happiness.
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i hope you recover from that stomachache, it was hell for me too i couldn’t walk
My last attempt ended with me waking up two days later by my friend. He was so mad, he had watched his father and brother commit suicide. Im glad I didn’t go now because I would have been just another body he had found. It has been exactly a year since I last tried to end it, but after that attempt i assumed I was Invincible. I couldn’t be so lucky to pass that easily. Though I haven’t gotten any better, I do hope you find some sort of peace other than the permanent sleep others look down on us for craving. But I think waking up from that 2 day sleep was the hardest crawl out of bed I ever had to endure. And I hope your stomach feels better friend. As well as your heart.