homesoon.
i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶i̶c̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶k̶.̶
- Apr 15, 2024
- 85
As always, in the end, I envision myself using my suicide kit. Even as a survivor of suicide loss, knowing the pain it causes. I can't help but tell myself that people would get over it. They love the idea of me. Not the real me. Not the real, sad, depressed, anxious, negative, pain riddled, suicidal me. They don't know her. They don't need to know her. She's unbearable to know, let alone to live with every single agonizing second.
