This is not a cry for help. Technically, this is seeking attention, but only in the sense that I wish to speak about suicide without entertaining the notion that someone will attempt to interfere. I just…want to talk to someone who might understand.
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If you read the information on this site it specifically states “If you are looking for someone to intervene, no one will”. So up front this site is designed for support but not salvation, although many find salvation here simply because they are free to live or die as they choose.
I feel the same way. Just want to chat with those who get it and aren’t trying to “save” me.
Anything specific you wanted to talk about? 🙂
I’ve been a passenger on the rickety old train headed into the abyss, destined to slowly go careening off a cliff. Tickets are cheap, the food sucks and the seats are nonexistent but there is always room for one more. Since we are stuck here together for time being, what is going on?
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Whenever I contemplate suicide, I begin to feel too depressed to go through with it. I don’t want to leave a mess behind, so I’m working on getting my affairs in order. However, that requires a lot of work and I’m lazy. What gets me, though is the will. I want certain things to go to certain people but thinking about them in this manner sends me spiraling into depression. I can see it now:
“Sir or ma’am, we regret to inform you that MortalCoil has passed away. But congratulations on receiving a consolation prize in the form of their [object]!”
I know that my friends would much, much rather have me alive than inherit any material possessions, but having grown up in poverty, it bothers me greatly to think of my stuff going to waste. This line of thinking dissuades me from executing my relatively neat plan. Offing myself is on my list of things to do, after getting a better car but before transferring to a bigger university.
So, uh, I’m too depressed and lazy to kill myself. Yay?