another.anon.guy

I wanted to end it. But even completely drunk, I just don’t have the balls to commit to it. I’m too much of a coward.
Why is it so hard to go against our self preservation instinct?

I’m incapable of making decisions. From what I’m going to do with my life, down to what title I should give this post. I feel like baby, on my back, on the floor, waving my arms and crying because I can’t do anything else. I’m supposed to be a grown up adult by now. I’m supposed to be able to just live my life independently, and decide on whatever needs decision making.

But for some reason I’m incapable of doing that. I’m stuck at being scared of the consequences of anything I would do that has any kind of importance.

What if this isn’t a good job […]

When I first came here, I scrolled through a lot of posts from different users, and was thinking that this was a place where anyone can express themselves. However, after a few weeks, even on a anonymous website, I can’t bring myself to post anything.

I wonder if anyone else here feels the same ?

I think today might be a good day to end it.

If I don’t end up backing out at the last minute, farewell to you all. I hope all of you find peace, whether in life or in death.