Understand. Years and years of being alive and wishing otherwise has been the norm for the great majority of us suicidals. The workmates I have known that caught the bus seemed no different just before departure than in the months or even years before hand. They didn’t seem happy with life and then finally pulled the plug. Same goes for an uncle of mine.
it’s so surreal how time flies, and by ‘flies’ i mean the environment changes constantly. everytime i go out of the house someones hair is different, or they got new clothes. time, it seems, just pass me by, literally. although i’ve changed in the past two years, the will to die has come and gone every now and then. when i read older posts of mine i sense change but also a strong relation to that person’s (me) situation.
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Understand. Years and years of being alive and wishing otherwise has been the norm for the great majority of us suicidals. The workmates I have known that caught the bus seemed no different just before departure than in the months or even years before hand. They didn’t seem happy with life and then finally pulled the plug. Same goes for an uncle of mine.
it’s so surreal how time flies, and by ‘flies’ i mean the environment changes constantly. everytime i go out of the house someones hair is different, or they got new clothes. time, it seems, just pass me by, literally. although i’ve changed in the past two years, the will to die has come and gone every now and then. when i read older posts of mine i sense change but also a strong relation to that person’s (me) situation.