The arguments are all the same; “Someone will miss you.” “You’re important to someone.”
So what? Only the living feel remorse. I won’t care when I’m dead. And eventually all those people will be just as dead and it won’t matter anyways.
I can’t get anything right. I can’t provide for my family. Every attempt at bettering our life ends in crap.
I am sick of the rejection and the constant reminders of how inadequate I am.
I’m sick of being responsible for everyone around me. I can’t carry this burden any longer.
My family wants to leave and the life insurance will get them out of this hell hole. […]