I remember a couple of years back thinking I’ll be dead by nineteen. That by the time I turn nineteen I will have moved out, stop giving a fuck, and kill myself. I can’t live alone, man. I know if I move out I’d need roomates because I’d end up killing myself if I lived alone. No one to stop me. Made it to nineteen now im going to try and make it to twenty seven.
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I had the same idea but in my case it was 21. I thought that if I’d live till twenty-one and nothing would change for the better, I’d end this. I did try, sort of, but it didn’t work out. I’m turning 22 soon, still alive, still not knowing what am I doing here.
I thought I’d have moved out by 19, about to be 21 and no hope. I’m just looking for a good easy way to die right now, talking with people about the easiest way to go, life wasn’t for me.