When thinking about the various ways I could end my life none of them seem particularly appealing. I think it’s more of a fear of trying and not being successful and knowing you will have to wake up and face all the same thoughts again. I guess it comes down to a choice between my head and my heart. My ego is like go on do it but my in my heart I know I don’t want too. I think so far jumping off a building would probably be the method I would pick. It’s weird talking about this openly and honestly. Not like a single person I ever tried to talk to gave a single shit. I will keep researching the different ways. It feels good in some ways because I feel like I’m taking control finally. What stings that little bit more is when you hear people say think of your family and friends because I don’t have anyone.