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waitpresence
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- Dec 1, 2019
- 15
im so tired, i just made a noose with what i had available and tried to at least get lightheaded but it doesnt work, the rope/material i have is just not good for it at all. i could maybe try something else like bedsheets if someone would want to help me figure out exactly how that works or if anyone has tips.
if i could go tonight i would, if i couldve gone on christmas eve i would have, if i couldve gone many other days in the past year i would have but all that is standing in my way is the need for materials and time. even if i got everything and was on my way its possible i could be interrupted. if i could go tonight, i fucking would and i wish i could. i made the noose and tested it out and then took it down and broke down because i started thinking about how my siblings dont even believe that i am depressed or that i suffer or that i am traumatized. it hurts so much to go through this and be desperate to die and wish i could just be gone and then think about how they dont even believe me. my sister doesnt believe that im depressed because i "can go places on my own". can you all fucking imagine if tiny details like that were restrictions to a diagnosis, god i cant imagine being this fucking ignorant about mental illness. it has fucking ruined my entire life and my family does not even support me or believe me. i just wish i would die, i might still try something else tonight, i jsut want to fucking try, even if it doesnt work im desperate and im tired. could call this impulsive, sure, it is, but not when i have wanted this for days and weeks and months and years
if i could go tonight i would, if i couldve gone on christmas eve i would have, if i couldve gone many other days in the past year i would have but all that is standing in my way is the need for materials and time. even if i got everything and was on my way its possible i could be interrupted. if i could go tonight, i fucking would and i wish i could. i made the noose and tested it out and then took it down and broke down because i started thinking about how my siblings dont even believe that i am depressed or that i suffer or that i am traumatized. it hurts so much to go through this and be desperate to die and wish i could just be gone and then think about how they dont even believe me. my sister doesnt believe that im depressed because i "can go places on my own". can you all fucking imagine if tiny details like that were restrictions to a diagnosis, god i cant imagine being this fucking ignorant about mental illness. it has fucking ruined my entire life and my family does not even support me or believe me. i just wish i would die, i might still try something else tonight, i jsut want to fucking try, even if it doesnt work im desperate and im tired. could call this impulsive, sure, it is, but not when i have wanted this for days and weeks and months and years