Sounds good to me. Pushing a gas pedal is much less intimidating than using your feet to jump off a cliff. I’ll be drunk anyway, popping a few klonopin, unbuckle the seatbelt and let Mother Earth physically destroy me just like how my life itself has destroyed me mentally. The burden which is me will be gone, I don’t have to live in a society where I’m too cognitively and socially inept for, and no more bullshit psychiatric “help” to give me false hope instead of just telling what I already know that I’m just too complicatedly fucked to cope with my life of self-hatred, just too weak guys, just too weak…survival of the fittest right?
I don’t think I can even wait for my birthday I want to do it already instead of thinking about it all of the time, all I do is watch movies I forget once it’s over and sleep all day thinking about how it would feel. Everything feels so fake and directed like a play, even myself, this is the final act though, it has to be there’s no way I want to wake up in a hospital room, I’d rather be in oblivion, an afterlife of peace, anything….
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Car crashes are so fucked up.
I have been in 3. One of them was pretty bad, the car was a complete right-off. Yet i walked away (and to quote the film ‘Predator’) “not a scratch, not a fucking scratch”
Felllow movie watcher here. It helps me forget the real world. The movie world is so much better than real life. I’m hoping to get handed a golden ticket (last action hero)
Just gotta figure out which movie i want to go into.
Any suggestions?
Problem is, there is no guarantee of what happens. You could be a) killed b) severely injured (think: immense physical pain) c) a few broken bones, or d) to use midian’s quote “not a…fucking scratch”.
Unreliable at best.
And reading this post, you sound, as we like to say up here, “pretty smaht”. Sometimes just connecting to the reality around you makes life feel more, well, real.