If you knew that no one misses you, and noone would miss you when you are gona, except maybe those who are biologically programmed to, like parents etc. What would you do?
Off late this has been a reccurring thought. Cus i am that person you know, whos there, like whos not making the world better , or the person who is never gonna make a difference, the person who just exists. For no reason. Like a speck of dust floating around.
What would happen if i do get the guts to kill myself, not that i ever would, but i like to think about it a lot.
I reckon nothing. Nothing would happen. My parents will miss me. But theyll move one, cus lets face it, i am not the child someone would be proud to have. And other people, like my classmates, theyd be okay i guess, if not joyed cus i annoy everyone around me.
Idk whats stopping me. My brain knows the best outcome for everyone, me and them, is for me to die. But still it cant, it wont, muster the courage.
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If I knew no one would grieve for me, and if I knew things would never get better…. if I knew that the things I wish for would never come true… I would absolutely not want to live any more.
For me, the problem is that I’m a wuss about pain. I don’t know of any “exit strategies” that are 100% painless and also 100% effective.
Life itself seems to be 100% effective, but it is nowhere near being painless.
i too like you. nobody will grieve and my momma will feel relieved and proud that my coward azz is finally dead. What would i do? die anyways. but das me. not you.