
September5th
You can get better. But the choice is always ours.
- May 17, 2022
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Okay, after almost a month here on the site, I've finally read enough materials to come up with a plan.
I'm giving myself two months. In case nothing changes, I'm out. I will go to a psychiatrist and get help. If it's worthless, I'm done.
In any case, I'll buy some SN by the end of this month (it's cheap in Brazil). I'll then go to a doctor and try to get some metoclopramide (would be nice if you guys helped me to come up with a lie or something). Finally, cimetidine is easy to get. I think that's about it, right?
I'll kill myself on August 27th or September 5th, not sure yet. Those were the two best days of my life in another year so it's going to be methodical. I'll be in my hometown by then (vacations). I'll tell my mom that I'll spend the night with some girl in a hotel. It's nothing new, so she won't suspect a damn thing. I will then book a room in São Paulo and finally rest (in a very special place for me).
I'm thinking of leaving some notes (possibly via email).
I'm starting to get excited with the prospect of finally dying and not feeling pain and guilt any longer. A part of me want the next two months to suck so much that I'll have no other choice. Eternal nothingness. That's beautiful.
I'm giving myself two months. In case nothing changes, I'm out. I will go to a psychiatrist and get help. If it's worthless, I'm done.
In any case, I'll buy some SN by the end of this month (it's cheap in Brazil). I'll then go to a doctor and try to get some metoclopramide (would be nice if you guys helped me to come up with a lie or something). Finally, cimetidine is easy to get. I think that's about it, right?
I'll kill myself on August 27th or September 5th, not sure yet. Those were the two best days of my life in another year so it's going to be methodical. I'll be in my hometown by then (vacations). I'll tell my mom that I'll spend the night with some girl in a hotel. It's nothing new, so she won't suspect a damn thing. I will then book a room in São Paulo and finally rest (in a very special place for me).
I'm thinking of leaving some notes (possibly via email).
I'm starting to get excited with the prospect of finally dying and not feeling pain and guilt any longer. A part of me want the next two months to suck so much that I'll have no other choice. Eternal nothingness. That's beautiful.