homesoon.
i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶i̶c̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶k̶.̶
- Apr 15, 2024
- 95
I have been having a hard time lately, even harder than normal. I could be mid-talking to someone or lending a shoulder or giving advice, and this awfully releasing, peaceful feeling comes over me to think, "This is the memories this person will have of me. This could be the last memory they have of me. I will be dead soon." My shoulders drop from stress. I don't know how to explain it, but my shoulders relax. I wish you could drink when choosing SN as your method. It would sure as fuck make it more relaxing. To just be drifting out, intoxicated, on that last hope. I would sell my sorry soul for that peace. I suppose, in a way, I did when I acquired SN. Now, we wait. I hope, dream even, for that state of dreaming, of relief. You can't feel when you're dead.
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