I don’t have a gun. I don’t have Nemb. I am afraid of hanging or cutting wrists. I couldn’t gain access to rooftops.
However, I am soon going to move to a new city for a new job, where I will most probably rent a flat in a high rise apartment. I might kill myself by jumping then. Looks like my time on this earth is coming to an end finally. Who knows what will happen after that? Maybe I’ll become a ghost, maybe not, maybe I’ll get the much needed rest and sleep after all.
Goodbye my dear fellow suicidal souls. See you in another life.