I don’t want a nice sharp blade.
I don’t want the blood to gush out of my body as I watch it drain into the room.
I want to sleep.
I want to have never existed.
I wish that my name didn’t have any significance and that words don’t leave marks on people as they do like my name will if I die
I wish these sentences don’t start with “I.” I’m being selfish, selfish, selfish, selfish, selfish, selfish, selfish, selfish
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I don’t want pain for anyone, anyone, not myself, not others.
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Me too. I think that is the holy grail of suicide.
The thing I hate about life is you have to make a living. If you didn’t, you could do whatever the fuck you wanted, and life might be tolerable (if boring as hell).
There isn’t much that makes people happy in life. The happy moments are there and are created because there are hardships, and because there are jobs and there is school. So, it’s an inescapable thing… If you ever want to be happy, you must also suffer.