I keep saying that I’m too much of a coward to do the right thing and end myself. How am I going to get any better if I don’t even try to kill myself? My cowardice has to end somewhere. I am facing my fears. This is what “being an adult” is all about. Maybe someone will be proud of me. It sounds kind of backwards and strange, but it really isn’t.
Besides, everyone on this site is always banking on it not working, so I probably won’t die no matter what I do. So many people seem to believe in the infallible human instinct to live. Well, here I am, putting it to the test. Don’t worry about me; I’m sure that no matter what I do, no combination of anything will ever kill me.
It’s a beautiful, perfect plan. Nothing can kill me, so I’ll be fine. My family will fonally realize that they need to respect and love my siblings, so things will improve in that category. I will have conquered my fear. Maybe, I’ll try something that wrecks my head enough that I won’t be fucking insane. Sounds like a win-win situation, right? Nobody loses anything. Nobody really has to feel too sorry for anything; just sorry enough to change.
So, cool. I’m going to go fuck myself up real bad. But don’t worry. Nothing can kill humans, right?
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Are you sure you want to do it