So I don’t want a wake or funeral. Â I want absolutely zero fuss made about my death. Â But I feel bad killing myself and taking all these healthy organs with me… so I think, I know, I will donate them. Â So I had this idea to do it in winter on a snowy day, so my body would stay fresh until I was found…. But it turns out that hospitals/universities/chop shops won’t take suicides… Also, Â if you donate your body to one of these chop shop organ/body donation companies, they dole the pieces out to the highest bidder, making at least $200,000 per body. Â The […]
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work and play have lost all meaning. The barriers between personal and professional life have shattered. It’s all the same crap now, junk that’s in between me and non-existence. I work and play but don’t put my heart into anymore; nothing feels good. I am Anhedonia.
I can’t live like this, my life is not so bad that I have any “good” reason to kill myself but it’s not good in any way either. It’s been good but I don’t enjoy things.
I can go home after working and sedate myself and do it all over again but why??! FUCK! Friends don’t mean much to me […]
it irritates me soooo godamn much how everyone try to downplay my feelings and coin it as a sort of illness that can be overcome if I try. I’m not looking for sympathy. i don’t care about that either. ppl telling me im still young, i need to see a doc and such really ticks me off. when im angry, i throw things. okay, face it u do-gooders. u arent gonna save us. we dont need u saving. take ur nice ass off somewhere else. im trying my godamn best to live on. i dont need ppl saying to buck up, to try harder when im […]
Too deep to hurt,
yet too painful to ignore,
i try to forget,
but there’s blood on my floor.
screaming inside,
but mouth swollen into a smile,
i sing a song,
cause i know I’ll be here awhile.
it stings and it burns,
like fire among us,
but don’t worry at all,
i won’t make a fuss.
if you see me lie here,
just laugh and walk away,
because some things are just too fast to see,
and for a mistake you will pay.
I’m shattering inside,
a heart of broken glass,
yet with each new strike,
the pain starts to pass.
as I’ve told you before,
my mouth is […]