I thought I had it all figured out. If I wait it out, I win in the end. After all there is no power that can keep me here for good. Plus if I don’t eat healthy, don’t exercise and treat my body like shit, that could knock off another 10-20 years. I was wrong. Even a year, a month, a day is still longer than I want to be here.
Even the carefully planned mask and fully fake happy face that I show the world is uravelling. I am still a coward so until they legalize suicide and I can go into a clinic, pay for the one way package and have them put me to sleep, I will probably still be here tomorrow and the next day.
How can we be more humane towards dogs than people. I wish Someone would just put me to sleep. They say it gets better. When I was 15, I believed that. When I was 25, I still believed. When I was 30, I started having my doubts. When I hit 40,it pretty much sunk in. Now a year later there is just nothing left inside. It’s like getting out of bed carrying dead weight. My expiration date just cannot come soon enough.
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Yeah, at least we still die. Imagine if we lived forever?… Holy shit that sounds horrible. I hate how we put dogs and animals down if they are “depressed” or “sick” but NOOO we can’t do that to humans, it’s stupid. The sad part is suicide will never be legalized in the US, remember, if they legalized it they would lose wage slaves, tax payers, and money. They can’t afford that.
Good point about the good ol’ U.S. losing their wage slaves, tax payers, and money. We’re all slaves to the system.
You could stop wearing seatbelts too. Maybe take up smoking, eat nothing but Twinkies and McDonald’s and buy a motorcycle that does 200 mph. Be sure to ride the scooter on snow days. (Or just get a psychotic girlfriend).
There’s plenty of ways to shorten your life span without committing suicide.
Lol. I was depressed all day, but this comment made my day
I like where this is going, tho McD’s, smoking, I don’t think I have the patience. And didn’t they stop selling Twinkies?
Seat belts, motorcycle, check and check but still waiting.
I was just thinking about the Darwin awards too, maybe I can win me one of those. I wonder if any of those are actually suicides
Actually I’ve been eating shit food a lot more, I go for late walks to, like in the middle of the night hoping some drunk may hit me or someone will come and try to rob me and kill me.
Thanks Morris. I’m not really very good with people so the psychotic girlfriend is a longshot. Though a girlfriend psycotic or otherwise would help pass the time. Plus my standards are low enough. Smoking, can’t stand the smell. McDonald’s great way to go. Already eating fast food often so that box is checked.
Motorcycle not likely as I said I am a true coward in every sense of the word. I will just continue to rant and wait Til the universe decides to pu me down.
I was thinking: What if the psychotic girlfriend is riding ***** on the backseat of the motorbike as you’re riding 200 mph though the snow?
Hmm. I’m smelling a screenplay here.
Apparently b*tch is a forbidden word. Unbelievable. That’s a female dog, you know.
What’s the working title?
I dunno. They say a motorcycle is the 2nd best thing you can put between your legs.
Chronic Vibrations?
Fatal Ecstasy?
Morbid Pavement?
Skid Marks of Blood?
Blood Kitty?
Idk.
No title yet, I’m spit balling.
snow rider
Once again, staying up too late. I’ll g to sleep puzzling over the first best thing might be. . . .
Not bad.
Snow Ride Her?
(The motorbike).
Right. You meant the bike. . . .
Enjoy your Twinkies, Morris.
It would only be okay to endanger someone else like that if they had consented first (like a double suicide). I mean, what if you small-mindedly decide someone is crazy or psychotic (just because you don’t try to understand them), but on their part, they fully believed that they loved and cared about you and wouldn’t ever want to put YOU in harm’s way?
(Although if you did greatly wrong them then if Batman came to find you for a bad-behavior warning it would probably be just, but homicide never is except in the case of a brutal one-on-one self-defense situation which is typically with someone who doesn’t know you and only wants your money or something.)
Geez, people here are becoming psycho (I never would have thought I’d read the above from a formerly self-proclaimed hippie pacifist who likes to say “Jesus loves you.”)
Aw, perfectly said. Expiration. WTF, the psychotic B! jambs the knife through the brain. Perfect mental image…..Doooohhhhh!!!