Has to be right, one has to get out while the going is good. Any job, relationship, habit, mode of behaviour etc, there comes a time when to continue is absolute folly. Any suicide of someone quite young is quite tragic but after the age of 21 perhaps it was for the best of the individual in question.
I’ve gotten to the stage where even feeling pleasure has become difficult. Obviously the raison d’etre of life on this planet is cross pollination, to plant your seed in fertile soil, when even that no longer does it for you pun or no pun intended you’re fucked. Just recently I had what should have been the pleasure of a fresh young lady and I found that my suicidality was getting the upperhand with the natural pleasure that comes from the fertility of fresh young ladies, whilst it felt so right because of her fertility I could not deny that even that level of pleasure could stop my fate which rightly or wrongly seems to going in the direction of an enthusiastic suicide.