I can’t tell what is scarier: living or dying.

August 12th, 2017by duringmydarkestdays

Suicide date is set for the 8th September, the time when I get my bus pass, I’ll be heading right to the station and “catch my train.” 

I wish I could come out with some meaningful posts, but lately my head is foggy. 

I just can’t stop thinking that it’s going to be finite. That it’ll be over and I will cease to exist. That I’ll be doing this to myself. Can’t say I have the guts, I’m flooded with terror. But the sooner it’s over, the better.

 

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