Over the past couple months, it seems I just can’t go one day without thinking about ending it. I suppose there’s some hope in the fact that I want it to be quick. Most methods leave too much of a margin for just fucking my life over even worse. I can’t think of an impaired life. For example, if I hang myself and only succeed in depriving my brain long enough to retard myself. Wouldn’t that beat all?
Its not as if I feel like this all the time. I can be happy. But it always comes back to something that just makes me say “Hey. […]