I feel exactly like I did yesterday. I’m going to keep trying, but I know the end is coming. Its like a timer that is steadily ticking down. Today I will go out into the world and try to make friends or find a date for the weekend. Nothing will come from it and I will end up feeling bored and alone. At least I try even if it is for nothing. I just want this all to be over. The need for love is exhausting. No friends, no family, and I’m almost out of love. It’ll be over soon enough.
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So I guess I’ll live up to it.
I attempted the exit bag method. I had two cylinders of helium, and an airtight bag with a good seal around the neck.
After what felt like a very long time, maybe three minutes minutes (I didn’t think to set a timer to catch a failed attempt), I thought: Wait, isn’t this supposed to cause loss of consciousness in 15 seconds? At which point I abandoned the attempt.
I’m not sure what went wrong. Maybe oxygen in the cylinders? It doesn’t confess to such on the tank. Too slow a flow rate, perhaps? The bag was full, the first 3 […]