March 26th has come and gone…..and I’m still here, feeling old, fat, ugly and a worthless failure. My family has been so sweet and kind…..but I cannot seem to draw from that. I didn’t get to visit the Golden Gate on “my” day. I’ll have another opportunity to do so on 4/2 when I drive my nephew back down to the bay area. I’m supposed to continue on to Los Angeles but I intend to go to the bridge instead. We need to “visit” with each other.
60 years and a few days old now. I am destined to be alone. And I am so tired. I’m not bipolar or schizophrenic. I am just so lonely and tired. If I die at the Bridge this week I will only be a statistic in the largest demographic for suicide. The one that gets no attention and evokes no outrage or concern. So….why not?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q15TEfhQmho
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You seem like a genuinely likable human being.
If you want to jump off the bridge that’s your choice, but…Idk. The water there is cold. Plus, humans aren’t on the Great White’s food chain.
Whole thing seems kinda messy.
Maybe you could find religion or become an alcoholic instead? Maybe develop a gambling problem? (Some diversion to keep you occupied).