That I am going to kill myself in the home I grew up in. No way. Not now. Not ever. I can’t be such a shame to my family especially my dear mother who I love so much. I know things have been rough on us all since Dad passed and I would never want to add anymore to grieving. I’ll be that good son you always wanted me to be, and I promise I won’t be a corpse that you’ll have to come and identify. There is not going to be any trace left of me. I don’t want a funeral, I just need to not exist. It’s been a fun ride, had some good times, mostly bad, oh well. The clock’s ticking fast now, have to make some decisions soon.
Still wish everyone here to get better. Life’s pretty trippey in the sense of where we’ve been and where we’re going, where we end up.
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I wish you luck Immurement. I’m sorry it’s been mostly bad here, for you… That makes me sad to read.