When you die, people honor you, people miss you, some people are glad you died, even. But give it a few years and you just sort of… disappear. You become that one person who died from ________ (fill in the blank) and it all ends there. People may or may not have some memorial to honor you, but only if they’re those kinds of people. You’re sort of forgotten as everyone goes on about their lives, I imagine.
I guess that’s what I find so enticing about suicide. I’ll just die and everyone will forget about me after a few years. There will be no excuses or any illusions about the matter, they’ll forget about me and that’s all there will be. I just have to have the courage to pull the trigger and never forget that there is nothing real for me here in this life.
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I hope you find something real instead of pulling the trigger.
Well the truth is when a person dies. The world does go on. Other people do carry on… so your right about that. But I hope you dont end yourself. If life hasnt been too great for you up to this point I can understand how you feel. A good chunk of my life I was unhappy or had such serious problems to deal with that I struggled with > Why should I go on? is reading a lot of good books, because when I read books they inspire me to overcome or give me good ideas and help me sharpen my mind and stirr in me a desire to make things better for myself
Hit the book store. Read some books about people who have achieved a lot in life and you can learn the way they think, the way they overcame the challenges that came their way.
Youll find out they had strategies and were determined to make things happen.
You can make goals for yourself and work to make them happen
You just need to focus and be determined.
Why are you under the impression that I don’t have goals? I have goals in life; very accomplishable and real goals. But for me, a really important element in life is having a friend (or a lover) there with me. And I don’t know if you really read my post, but I’ve tried to make things better, it’s just that for some reason, I’m constantly matched up with people who either ignore me later or don’t allow me very basic things that I afford them.