I myself love to be hated! 37, have TBI from a motorcycle accident at 33. Hate coming here but I do daily to see how others are worse off than I. I thrive on booze, weed and some occasional blow. Oh and tattoos when I can afford them (disability pays shit) whatever, I do not expect anyone to give a fuck about my whoes however I sleep next to a loaded gun every night, don’t have the balls to turn it on myself but hope for a confrontation with whomever (cops preferably) for murder/suicide. Don’t expect anyone to give a shit, haven’t seen ***** […]
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Since the TBI and NDE I have felt ready to transition.
Despite decades of therapy, death’s call only gets louder.
For each of us it is not if, but when: as per nature, or assisted.
There is nothing mystical to discuss. There are no wounds to others of concern. (The few who know me will be unsurprised.)
Tomorrow will be a new day with or without my participation.
Do not follow my path.
I am not a martyr.
My ego cries to be useful.
My ego cries to die.
I am lost.