Im so excited! I only have a week left untill I’m out! till I’m done with life. Friday will be my death day, one day after my birthday. I could stick around and go through all the work of getting better, but I don’t want to. I know it’s selfish and I accept that. I know people will hurt, that’s why I’ve written each one a letter. I just gotta clean up some stuff, pick out the tree and I’ll be gone on Friday for sure 🙂
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I’m sorry you feel so bad that this is the only option… But if you go through with it, I hope you have a beautiful, pain-free ending.
Happy (upcoming) birthday! 😀
I hope things may turn around and you not feel the need to go through with it, but if you insist, I respect that and I wish you a happy and peaceful journey. I hope you get something awesome for your birthday too, especially if it could be a final sunset or something magical…
Tomorrow is my death day and I too am excited? It was supposed to be today but hey what can you do when bass pro shop can’t get your background check done because their system is down… Bummer ? but tomorrow it’ll be up I got a nice one picked out I got some fireworks and a case of Heineken I’m going to drink smoke some reds watch some fireworks go off shoot the empty beer bottles and save a bullet for myself maybe two with my luck the only bullet that I save is a misfire lol? so I’ll save two
I wish you luck on your path. I too just found out I may have to change my day. Apparently our new washer is being delivered on Friday so I might have to move it to Thursday, my birthday. Sorta sad that our lives came to this huh? I just want it to end. I’m done
welp if you need help let me know. not with the suicide but help. i said the same thing then i tried to OD and i could have died. so i take it seriously, if i say something i do it so i take it seriously when others say it.
I completely understand the peaceful happiness of the idea of the pain stopping. And for some reason it still makes me weep for you, a total stranger. Maybe it’s because I know how much pain can drive you to that place in your head, maybe it’s because I know that I can’t do anything, but I really hope that something somewhere gives. I don’t consider the act of suicide by itself as selfish, but I always used to think that it was selfish for the people that love me to make me continue living when I was so deeply wounded and depressed. I’m currently struggling with the thought that I still find peace in the idea of dying, even though I love my children too much to do that to them