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WhatsupGraham
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- Aug 5, 2020
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A preface to all this is that yesterday I found a bullet. It can still be fired from a gun if it was put in one. Today while at work, I herd an EMS call for a suicide attempt person, who had a gunshot wound to their head. I wished that it could of been me. I am not cut out for this world, and I bring toxicity to almost everyone's life I touch. I have been through countless years of therapy, but just as it is my choice to get out of bed in the morning I believe it should be mine to never get out again. I am starting to believe that the EMS call is the universes way of saying it is my time. The only method I have available to me right now are pills of sodium fluoride that I made. If my math is correct I need to ingest about 10 grams for a fatal outcome. I have 100 grams at my disposal. I just wish I could get my family's permission to end my life, and thus end my suffering. The mental anguish of my diagnosis is too much for me to handle, and every moment without the aid of some type of prescribed drug is too much for me to handle.