I really don't feel strong feelings towards anyone at all. No one's ever done anything wrong to me, I've never felt victimized. But then I feel no love either. 2 years since I felt anything warm towards anyone besides my father. This is something, I don't have anyone to address a suicide note to, I have no one I want to say goodbye to, and so I also have no one I want to hurt either. Both of those would be a kind of attachment, and a reason to stay on, and my lack of that, (since mother died jan 2018) is my single only reason why I'm planning to die before I graduate. I have 3 1/2 more years left, and I'm ok with that. Housing, life, goals, provided for free.
Once that finishes, having no family home to go back to, no one who's voice or presence is capable of filling me with anticipation or warmth, all the other annoying things about existing ( having to pretend pretend pretend all the time, the tedium of not loving anyone, having to fill in forms and keep files and remember numbers and pay money and get money and all that crap) will outweigh the occasional nice things (pretty lakes, for example, drugs, dancing) and I will go for my unwanted standby which is hanging.
But I wish I could hate someone. I have no web of connections, people I hate, envy, love. I have absolutely no history, My life is not intertwined with others in the way most people's are. I have never impacted anyone, and the only people who have had an impact on me are either dead, or have forgotten my name. The idea of suicide, for me, feels very divorced from this whole dramatic thing that gets shown, crying families and all that. It's more like quietly putting away something that is lying somewhere, unused. I like useful things, neat places. Be the change you want to be, I suppose.