I can’t shake the sadness off. It’s overwhelming. I keep trying to ignore it. To shield it. To do the things that make me “happy” but nothing is working anymore. I can’t tell people about this. I feel embarrassed. Why am I so suicidal when I’m supposed to be happy? Isn’t this what I lived for? To become my greater self? Then why hasn’t it happened? Why am I hurting all of a sudden? Why do I feel like I don’t belong in my own skin and that my thoughts don’t belong to me? I don’t feel comfortable anymore. I’m considering ending it soon. I’m going to give everyone the best of me for the last such-and-such months I decide to remain here, until I can’t handle it anymore and see death as the best choice.
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Very relateable, I want to give everyone the best of me before I exit also.
Just makes it easier for everyone. This way they can have more positive memories about you instead of the negative, and since my life has often been negative, it’s what they deserve from me.