I can’t do this, anymore. I’m done. I don’t even care about the mess or scarring my family, anymore. Here’s hoping I don’t see everyone on the other side too soon. Cheers! *drinks my fizzy chocolate milk*
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Alright. It probably won’t stop you if I make an inspirational speech.
Life sucks. There’s no other way around it. Some people fight and end up happy with a house and family while some people fight but still end up here. But suicide… I’ve always found it generally bad. People commit suicide to get away from all this shit right? Then ofcourse they want too feel some sort of realese right? But the ironic thing with this is that you have to be alive to feel. When we’re alive we feel for better or worse we feel. But when we’re dead we don’t. We don’t feel anything there’s only this non – existing.
But regardless if you do decide to end it all Could you at least tell us your story first. I’m actually very interested to know what drove you over the edge.
That’s what I want… To stop feeling anything. A complete numbness instead of this apathy that only makes me want to puke.
As for my story, the older members already know it. If you feel so inclined, ask them or look up my past posts. Goodbye, person I don’t know. To repeat, death or an end to living is exactly what I want.
That is the whole point Papyrus. Suicide is the relief to all the pain we are feeling. The release is in death or the process of dying. Knowing that you won’t have the hurt any more. You’re trading all the garbage of a life one is feeling for the peace and quiet of death.
Zetsumei, fizzy chocolate milk? what the heck is that? never heard of it? i feel like that all the time today was very bad, woke up tired, went to work tired, came home tired, i’m drinking coffee trying to snap out of it, i’m so tired i hardly can type, fizzy chocolate milk! got some for me? 🙂