Hello friends. If anyone has suggestions on how to at least cope with the persistent pain of being alive when you don’t want to be, it’d be most welcome. Or just feel free to share whatever’s on your mind. I have gotten to the point of drawing nooses in my course syllabus. You know, like an emo high school MCR fan, except I’m 22 and too old for this juvenile behavior. I’ve gotten to the point beyond tears, where all that remains is a constant dull ache in the chest. Like I’m lugging around weights. I hate going to school, but all other avenues in […]
Hey, all. Sincerely hope you’re doing well. Er — as well as can be, given that we’re all in a suicide forum.
I guess I’ll get right to the point: One of my major fears is poverty. I live in a Third World country, and I see it every day. The lack of healthcare, the people living in the streets, the laborers breaking their backs every day and making f*ck-all. Shamefully, I’m more concerned about not falling in with them than actually helping; there’s just too damn many people in need. Sigh, yet another reason to just catch the bus, if only I weren’t so cowardly. […]