
evanescent_eva
valkyrie
- May 11, 2025
- 101
I'm hoping that this will be my last post.
Survival instinct is a little stronger now. It would've been optimal to die an hour ago, but something in the back of my head kept me around for just a little longer. Unrelatedly, I don't think my thrashing about after passing out will disturb anyone. I haven't heard anything other than the elevator and outside traffic since getting to my room - there's something about the insulation of the walls and the hum of the room that gives me confidence. Plus, the door comes equipped with a lock and a deadbolt - I think it would take a lot of effort to get into my room. And I'm on the second highest floor, which will buy me some extra time, too.
Like many who reach this stage, I find myself thinking about what will happen after death. Will it be oblivion? Reincarnation? Hell? A becoming one with a greater consciousness in the universe? I'm not even convinced that I'll find the answers in death. And what will become of my family, and friends, and dog? If any of you somehow manage to read this, know that I love you, and I'm sorry that I couldn't bear the burden of being alive for you any longer.
Well, my appointed time is here. Wishing you all care, and support, and peace, and love.
Survival instinct is a little stronger now. It would've been optimal to die an hour ago, but something in the back of my head kept me around for just a little longer. Unrelatedly, I don't think my thrashing about after passing out will disturb anyone. I haven't heard anything other than the elevator and outside traffic since getting to my room - there's something about the insulation of the walls and the hum of the room that gives me confidence. Plus, the door comes equipped with a lock and a deadbolt - I think it would take a lot of effort to get into my room. And I'm on the second highest floor, which will buy me some extra time, too.
Like many who reach this stage, I find myself thinking about what will happen after death. Will it be oblivion? Reincarnation? Hell? A becoming one with a greater consciousness in the universe? I'm not even convinced that I'll find the answers in death. And what will become of my family, and friends, and dog? If any of you somehow manage to read this, know that I love you, and I'm sorry that I couldn't bear the burden of being alive for you any longer.
Well, my appointed time is here. Wishing you all care, and support, and peace, and love.