I finally have a time. It’s a general idea, but it’s still a time. I’m not gonna put some impossible time limit on this. This is happening and there is nothing that can stop it. I’m not going to let this shit cause me anymore anxiety or sleepless nights. No more math class anxiety. No more project panic attacks. No more fits of tears from people who don’t actually have an interest in my well being. Fuck it, fuck all of it. This is my life and for once, I’m gonna control what happens. I’m not putting my decisions through anymore filters. I’m gonna live for myself from now on.
And when I’m gone, that’s it. I’ve accepted it. I don’t know what awaits me when I get to the other side of the veil, but I’m not afraid of it anymore.
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I think nothing waits for us after death. And look, nothing and nobody is worth dying for. Not school, not breakups, not anger. The only way you know you’re making the right choice is if no material changes make a difference to how you feel. If school and shitty people are making you feel this way, get rid of them. They’re not worth your life.