I have it all researched. Now just time to practice. I’d write more about it on here, but I’m afraid that this site is moderated. Don’t want the cops raiding this place while I’m right in the middle of doing it. If that’s even possible. I’ve looked into this quite a bit and am pretty confident that it’s going to work out. I’m feeling a great sense of peace here.
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I fucking hate everything! I hate not having a family. I hate not having friends. I hate not having money. I hate not being in school. I hate being sick. I hate being in pain.
Everything is a chore. I sleep over half the day. I can barely force myself to get off this couch. I’ve lost my appetite. I’ve lost all self-respect. I look like shit because I don’t see any point in taking care of myself.
If I died, the only way I’d be discovered is from my neighbors noticing the smell. They probably don’t even know I live in here.
I’m so sick of being so damn poor! I can’t even afford over-the-counter medications! I want to OD so bad, but can’t bring myself to steal. WTF do I do? I have no friends and no family; I’m all alone. I’d steal if it weren’t for fear of being caught and arrested. GODDAMN IT.
What do I do?
**And please, nobody waste my time by encouraging me to seek help, or telling me that it’s going to be all right, or any of that shit. It just pisses me off even more.
I don’t understand what mental health professionals are thinking by locking people up in secure facilities. Seriously? What makes you think that removing a person from his/her life, from everything s/he is familiar with, from everything that may comfort him/her and dropping him/her in an environment completely devoid of privacy, humanity, normalcy, etc. is supposed to help? How in the world does placing someone who is suicidal with a bunch of other suicidals “help” him/her? It doesn’t. It only makes things worse, because you talk to these people, feed off their negativity, their own loneliness and learn their personal techniques to self-harm.
It would make sense […]
I’ve tried overdosing. I’ve tried cutting. I’ve tried strangulation. I’ve tried ingesting chemicals. Nothing works. And I hate it. So lately, I’ve been searching around for other ways. Other ways that won’t seem so… obvious. Other ways that, in the event I fail, I won’t be carted off to the loony bin afterwards. Â So I figure: infection. Acquire a small cut. Keep it open. Rub some dirt in it. Get it infected. It gets red, swollen, *****. Soon, I get ill, a fever, and with luck, the infection travels to my blood. It’s painful, sure, and likely to take a long time, but I don’t […]