STTP
Straight To The Point
- Oct 10, 2023
- 40
I have a lot of personal fantasies, things I wish happened or wish I could do, but none of them top how badly I wish I could kill myself as revenge.
When my brother confronted me in the kitchen, I imagine myself going further knowing nothing matters, him beating me, me grabbing a knife as if to threaten him and then slitting my own throat open. I imagine telling my parents how badly I want to kill myself, how awful everything is, and rewarding their indifference with a 12 gauge splattering my brains across the ceiling for my dad to find when he gets home. I imagine telling my parents I want to go on hormones, them yelling at me and denying, and this time I hang myself from the tree in the front yard for my dad to find after work. I imagine pulling the trigger when I was 14, having remembered to write the note this time, and them not being able to find me in the woods, only knowing that I took my Remington .270 with me and figuring out the rest.
I like to fantasize about my funeral, and people calling me a tragic soul or whatever, my friends fighting my family ruthlessly about what to call me. I like to imagine the people who wronged me finally feeling some form of consequence, finally understanding the results of their actions up close and personal.
Is this, like, really fucking strange? Does anyone else do this?
When my brother confronted me in the kitchen, I imagine myself going further knowing nothing matters, him beating me, me grabbing a knife as if to threaten him and then slitting my own throat open. I imagine telling my parents how badly I want to kill myself, how awful everything is, and rewarding their indifference with a 12 gauge splattering my brains across the ceiling for my dad to find when he gets home. I imagine telling my parents I want to go on hormones, them yelling at me and denying, and this time I hang myself from the tree in the front yard for my dad to find after work. I imagine pulling the trigger when I was 14, having remembered to write the note this time, and them not being able to find me in the woods, only knowing that I took my Remington .270 with me and figuring out the rest.
I like to fantasize about my funeral, and people calling me a tragic soul or whatever, my friends fighting my family ruthlessly about what to call me. I like to imagine the people who wronged me finally feeling some form of consequence, finally understanding the results of their actions up close and personal.
Is this, like, really fucking strange? Does anyone else do this?