BeautifulMosaics
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- Aug 15, 2021
- 310
I don't want to die, I'm scared. But my hand has been forced and I don't have any motivation or drive even for the things I want/once wanted. I'm scared though, I actually don't want to die. I've watched vlogs/interviews of a kid who ctb after being extorted. This young guy had so much going for him but still did it, in a sad way it kind of inspires me. It makes me think if they can do it, I can too. I also feel an affinity for this kid because he seemed so sweet and open/friendly.
Still, I'm so scared and don't actually want to let "me" go, but I know I have to and it was one of my life paths, the most probable one.
I crushed up 50mg valium and am going to drink the SN. I had propranolol and meto and even nexium but as I left the house I didn't want to stick around for too long looking for stuff.
First SN, then valium. In case I vomit out the valium. I can't be bothered for that. This stuff is going to knock me out and relax me hopefully.
What am I scared of?
Of all the things I'll miss that I actually like about life. Even the people close to me. The small things. Like I would like a hot chocolate rn. The hotel room is chilly because I have the AC on.
I'm scared to not exist anymore. Who knew someone who hasn't even been themselves for years/months (in varying degrees) would miss existing. I guess that's the ego talking though. I actually like me. Despite not being able to function as normal people do. I had a lot going for me and I never hurt anyone, which is something I can be proud to say. I can die knowing that and saying that wholeheartedly, save some misunderstandings, never any malicious intent towards anyone.
I'm scared of where I'm going. Not a "punishment" destination, but I believe people do see their bodies as they die. I'm scared of that split instant of looking down at my body in panic/regret realizing what I've thrown away and can never get back. I'm scared of that. But I know what I must do.
I've scared of regret. I have certain spiritual theories that I consider could be true. I don't know if there's going to be just nothing or if I'll have a space to regret what I've done. I just don't know, but I'm scared of regret. Less than experiencing absolutely nothing? I think I'd rather continue in some spiritual sense than have nothing but who knows? Certainly not me.
I'm not religious but I just have to ask for a higher power to take me into their arms and walk me through it. Yes, I'm giving up, and giving up so much potential and talents and gifts but what choice do I have?
I'm terrified though, never wanted it to end but knew I always would have to.
I was so emotional a few hours ago but my stomach wasn't empty enough. I emotionally could've done it then with more ease..
Anyway, please I don't want to feel alone in my last moments (which surprises me). It being 1am and dark in a strange hotel room really doesn't help.
Still, I'm so scared and don't actually want to let "me" go, but I know I have to and it was one of my life paths, the most probable one.
I crushed up 50mg valium and am going to drink the SN. I had propranolol and meto and even nexium but as I left the house I didn't want to stick around for too long looking for stuff.
First SN, then valium. In case I vomit out the valium. I can't be bothered for that. This stuff is going to knock me out and relax me hopefully.
What am I scared of?
Of all the things I'll miss that I actually like about life. Even the people close to me. The small things. Like I would like a hot chocolate rn. The hotel room is chilly because I have the AC on.
I'm scared to not exist anymore. Who knew someone who hasn't even been themselves for years/months (in varying degrees) would miss existing. I guess that's the ego talking though. I actually like me. Despite not being able to function as normal people do. I had a lot going for me and I never hurt anyone, which is something I can be proud to say. I can die knowing that and saying that wholeheartedly, save some misunderstandings, never any malicious intent towards anyone.
I'm scared of where I'm going. Not a "punishment" destination, but I believe people do see their bodies as they die. I'm scared of that split instant of looking down at my body in panic/regret realizing what I've thrown away and can never get back. I'm scared of that. But I know what I must do.
I've scared of regret. I have certain spiritual theories that I consider could be true. I don't know if there's going to be just nothing or if I'll have a space to regret what I've done. I just don't know, but I'm scared of regret. Less than experiencing absolutely nothing? I think I'd rather continue in some spiritual sense than have nothing but who knows? Certainly not me.
I'm not religious but I just have to ask for a higher power to take me into their arms and walk me through it. Yes, I'm giving up, and giving up so much potential and talents and gifts but what choice do I have?
I'm terrified though, never wanted it to end but knew I always would have to.
I was so emotional a few hours ago but my stomach wasn't empty enough. I emotionally could've done it then with more ease..
Anyway, please I don't want to feel alone in my last moments (which surprises me). It being 1am and dark in a strange hotel room really doesn't help.