Professor K
your eyes vacant and stained
- Feb 9, 2023
- 230
Hello everyone.
I can't believe this is my turn saying goodbye,
There are so many things I haven't accomplished, so many experiences I haven't enjoyed, so many creations I haven't finished, and never will.
It pains me to have to die already, to have to leave my familiar reality behind, and head for the unknown all alone, but I must do it.
I MUST because, frankly, I don't WANT to die. I have to and I know it.
I do not hate this world and humanity, far from it.
Though I've been neglected, felt misunderstood and alienated in my life, and that for a while I developped scorn and resentment because of it,
I now incessently feel nothing other than love and only desire peace of mind.
Some people in this world are not welcomed, some of us can't survive this. They can call it whatever: autism, mental illness, hypersensitivity...
If you're not an average and somewhat mindless person, then you're more or less done for. I accept my fatality. I'm not wired for this.
I'm done trying and pushing through everyday, pretending I'm getting better, being force-fed a pro-life narrative by those who could've prevented my decay years ago. There is a limit, a point of no return, and I believe to have reached it.
I feel more and more out of touch and disconnected from reality and I'm afraid of seeing my mental health deteriorating further as I grow into adulthood.
Nothing feels real anymore, and nothing external can heal a deeply broken soul. No one, other than myself, can help me anymore, it is too late.
For this reason I've been thinking deeply about what to do... And you know my conclusion.
So, in a few days, either on friday or saturday, I'll annoy people one last time by jumping under a train. Everything is ready, just gotta go and wait for a train, and I should be granted a lot of choice as the holidays are coming to an end here.
Honestly, I'm not scared of the afterlife, I lost people to CTB so if there's hell for us, well then I'll not be alone!
But I'm scared of failing my attempt, thus suffering even more, and I'm scared of the unknown, not of death itself, but that in my brain's desperate attempts of rationalizing it, I imagine unsettling things.
(Lol all those gymbros nowadays on social media saying ~get out of your comfort zone~ can't compare to literally, consciously leaving the comforting familiarity and everything you ever know forever!)
Guess that's been my life: short and complex. The best would've been never having been brought into existence but that's that, can't change the past. However I can decide for the future, and there it is.
Please be successful this time,
Love you all
Farewell
I can't believe this is my turn saying goodbye,
There are so many things I haven't accomplished, so many experiences I haven't enjoyed, so many creations I haven't finished, and never will.
It pains me to have to die already, to have to leave my familiar reality behind, and head for the unknown all alone, but I must do it.
I MUST because, frankly, I don't WANT to die. I have to and I know it.
I do not hate this world and humanity, far from it.
Though I've been neglected, felt misunderstood and alienated in my life, and that for a while I developped scorn and resentment because of it,
I now incessently feel nothing other than love and only desire peace of mind.
Some people in this world are not welcomed, some of us can't survive this. They can call it whatever: autism, mental illness, hypersensitivity...
If you're not an average and somewhat mindless person, then you're more or less done for. I accept my fatality. I'm not wired for this.
I'm done trying and pushing through everyday, pretending I'm getting better, being force-fed a pro-life narrative by those who could've prevented my decay years ago. There is a limit, a point of no return, and I believe to have reached it.
I feel more and more out of touch and disconnected from reality and I'm afraid of seeing my mental health deteriorating further as I grow into adulthood.
Nothing feels real anymore, and nothing external can heal a deeply broken soul. No one, other than myself, can help me anymore, it is too late.
For this reason I've been thinking deeply about what to do... And you know my conclusion.
So, in a few days, either on friday or saturday, I'll annoy people one last time by jumping under a train. Everything is ready, just gotta go and wait for a train, and I should be granted a lot of choice as the holidays are coming to an end here.
Honestly, I'm not scared of the afterlife, I lost people to CTB so if there's hell for us, well then I'll not be alone!
But I'm scared of failing my attempt, thus suffering even more, and I'm scared of the unknown, not of death itself, but that in my brain's desperate attempts of rationalizing it, I imagine unsettling things.
(Lol all those gymbros nowadays on social media saying ~get out of your comfort zone~ can't compare to literally, consciously leaving the comforting familiarity and everything you ever know forever!)
Guess that's been my life: short and complex. The best would've been never having been brought into existence but that's that, can't change the past. However I can decide for the future, and there it is.
Please be successful this time,
Love you all
Farewell