“I’ve wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but I still love life. That ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our most pernicious inclinations. What could be more stupid to persist in carrying a burden that we constantly want to cast off, to hold our existence in horror, yet cling to it nonetheless, to fondle the serpent that devours us, until it has eaten our heart?â€
— Candide by Voltaire
Author
chellywelly
I’d probably go by hanging. Passive hanging. It’s like the choking game but taken to another level. I read about it somewhere. I don’t know much but you pass out and then die. Random: I just heard something run across the roof of my house. Thank goodness it’s daylight now otherwise I would’ve been freaking out.
I’m not living, I’m merely existing. And merely existing is so mundane and lonely that I don’t know how many more years of existing I can take.