Wouldn’t it be ironic if you did it today?
I reached a point in my life where it doesn’t matter if I live or die.
All I do is leech, and provide service to no one.
When you reach a point like that, where the universe could go on functioning perfectly well without you, perhaps you should dip out.
save yourself some of the trouble, I mean you will die eventually.
Sometimes your past clouds up your future.
Sometimes you just have to fucking believe.
You have to say “Fuck That ************! I ain’t goin’ out like that!”
I can’t believe I had a noose tied and ready. I was soo gonna do it today. I was just like “Fuck It.” […]
I always get rather jealous at funerals. I wish I was the dead one.
Not so people would weep, so I can be free at last.
What did they do to deserve to die? I deserve it more than they do.
I think I did a lot more to earn it then they did. Why them? Why not me?
Conversations With Dr.Seussicide
I found this band by randomly typing their name into Google. This song is quite poignant.
you just have to say “fuck it, I wanna be happy.”
Life is Shit at the moment, life is a journey.
You stepped in a pile of shit ok?
When you do that in real life, what really happens?
For the next ten miles do you think about that pile of shit you stepped in?
Do you see piles of shit on the road ahed and steer yourself right into them?
No? So why do it mentally?
Sure, your foot may stink because of the residual shit, but the initial impact is back there man, leave your bad feelings about the shit back there. […]
I really do feel like you all are my true family. You all know what it’s like to hurt with such intensity you’ve considered ending it all. I acknowledge that within each of you, and I love you for it. I’m gonna quote Ellen DeGeneres in saying people will change, and things will get easier, and you should be alive to see it.
Suicidal people are some of the deepest people that exist. Why might that be?
Maybe it’s because our soul is a big black hole, a bottomless pit, much like our minds.
There’s no ground, and no ceiling, it just fades to blackness, in the back of our minds.
Maybe it’s because we’re not afraid of going to hell, because we’ve already been.
This makes us incredibly strong, yet hopelessly weak.