He did it this past Christmas. I found out about it about a month later. I reacted by being intensely jealous. It was his first attempt and he succeeded. I’ve made three attempts already and am still here.
Right now, I’m fine with that. I’m not particularly suicidal at this moment. But I believe that I’ll ultimately take my own life, whether it’s this year, next year or twenty years from now. I’m just so tired and life (my life, anyway) is meaningless. It makes me so sad that I have people who care about me who I will totally fuck up when I finally do […]