february in alaska
wandering aimlessly
- Sep 13, 2023
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I know it's momentary, because I've been going through cycles of fear and SI and numbness and sadness, but right now I feel so at ease and excited to leave. I spent a few hours recording myself reading out loud and sitting in the autumn trees. All dry crunchy leaves, chilly weather that means it's almost winter. And at the end of winter, I'll CTB. It's coming so soon.
Full hanging is probably not going to be the most peaceful way to go. It's going to have both fear and pain involved, no matter how much I try to mitigate it. I can't understand why I'm so excited to do it. I feel like true freedom is out there somewhere. True freedom, away from everyone, even yourself. I feel like the other side is going to be a warm embrace. Knowing my time is so limited makes me want to make the most of it. And not "make the most of it" in the sense of doing these big grand things or spending loans and doing crazy things... but "make the most of it" as in, doing exactly what I want to be doing. Sometimes I do nothing. Sometimes I read, sometimes I hold my cat, sometimes I self harm, sometimes I eat all the food I can find, sometimes I binge watch bad TV, sometimes I chainsmoke, sometimes I stay on the bus and just watch the world pass by until I reach the final stop. All the little things. The little things were always the part of life I enjoyed the most. It's the big things that made me dread growing up and still make me dread the future. I wish life could be as simple as doing nothing and looking out the window and drinking a cup of tea. I think I'd rather enjoy it, if that's all it was.
It's strange to look around and see everyone rushing around, worrying about the most trivial things, getting upset and overreacting or being cruel or arrogant or anything. All I can think is, I'm going to die soon, and none of you even know it. I feel like I've had everything put into perspective. None of it matters anymore, and that's okay. It's so much nicer once you try to see death as a friend
Full hanging is probably not going to be the most peaceful way to go. It's going to have both fear and pain involved, no matter how much I try to mitigate it. I can't understand why I'm so excited to do it. I feel like true freedom is out there somewhere. True freedom, away from everyone, even yourself. I feel like the other side is going to be a warm embrace. Knowing my time is so limited makes me want to make the most of it. And not "make the most of it" in the sense of doing these big grand things or spending loans and doing crazy things... but "make the most of it" as in, doing exactly what I want to be doing. Sometimes I do nothing. Sometimes I read, sometimes I hold my cat, sometimes I self harm, sometimes I eat all the food I can find, sometimes I binge watch bad TV, sometimes I chainsmoke, sometimes I stay on the bus and just watch the world pass by until I reach the final stop. All the little things. The little things were always the part of life I enjoyed the most. It's the big things that made me dread growing up and still make me dread the future. I wish life could be as simple as doing nothing and looking out the window and drinking a cup of tea. I think I'd rather enjoy it, if that's all it was.
It's strange to look around and see everyone rushing around, worrying about the most trivial things, getting upset and overreacting or being cruel or arrogant or anything. All I can think is, I'm going to die soon, and none of you even know it. I feel like I've had everything put into perspective. None of it matters anymore, and that's okay. It's so much nicer once you try to see death as a friend