Im at work! God I hate my job and all the ppl here. Everyday I hsve fantasies about dying, but i have mo guts to go through with it. Instead I smoke more, hoping lung cancer kills me soon. Or Ill let go next time Im on the highway on the motorcycle. It has to be accidental or disease, or else I feel to guilty for all the fuckers who want me to stay alive. Or I have fantasies of being an antihero killing shitty ppl and living in a dungeon somewhere in the dark.
-Bipolar, PTSD, GAD
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From the moment I wake up to the moment I go to bed I think of dying. I fantasize over it. I dream about it. I also wish some accident would happen on the road, maybe I’d get run off the road or hit by some truck for a quick death.
Im so stressed at work that I spent my break shitting my ass out. It fuckin aweful.