Until I got the news today, the news that just might finalize my decision, I felt like a dead man walking for the past few months. And back then, things were going relatively well. But now…
There is something comforting about knowing I’m going to die. I’m scared too. But honestly, every life is a death sentence. There is some beauty in being the one to end my life. A sense of real control.
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Control? No such thing. Control is a delusion of the ego. In the end. we control nothing. At anytime anything we do can go wrong.
Theres satifaction in knowing i can end my life whenever/however/and where ever i choose, its amazing