wishiwasalittlecool
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- Nov 10, 2025
- 18
It's so hard accepting that this will be my final year on earth. When I think about it, I wish for more life. More life in the sense that life would actually become worth living. Unfortunately, if I keep living my suffering will increase. I think about the friendships that I should've and could've made, the marriage that I wish could happen, my future children, etc. The worst part is, if I keep living, I still wouldn't have access to that. I'd just be a suffering bum, possibly even going homeless. The more at-terms I become with my suicide, the more peaceful I can become. At least every day is a reminder on how suicide will be the best decision I've ever made.