Yes im ready to die, but after my failed suicide attempt, which i should have been impossible survived, i first need to find the strength again to end this, but with a diffrent method. Unfortunately, my brain and my heart took control over me, i dont control my body anymore, my body controls me, and that makes it very difficult to leaving the world. Because my body want to life of corse, even if it doesnt deserve it. In addition, I am afraid to wake up again, like the last time. My brain and other people try to convince my that it was fate and at the same time they make me feel guilty if i will not be here anymore. Where has all my strength remained. I knew exactly why I do that. I envy the dead, every day, people die fast in accidents, sometimes they dont even notice it, and for me it's like the world is clinging to me and will not let me go, even if it just extends my suffering.