unfortunately, i'm not really sure i can manage to actually go through with it either.. it's as you said, things continue to get worse, time continues to pass you by, and yet you sit in complete inactivity, actively spiraling further into an increased deathlust with no action.. i think maybe it's just one of those things where you know it's time once you reach that place.. i always feel as though i'm on the edge, ready to go on a daily basis, but i just keep convincing myself there's some kind of hope to hold onto.. i guess for me it will probably be when that part of myself that hopes for something better gets crushed back down to reality too many times and just fully gives in.. it feels closer all the time, but i fear there is still more to go before i can leave this place.. i think people can only take so much disappointment, pain, and despair until it eventually crushes them entirely.. it seems there is always a deeper pit of hell and a blacker ichor of despair to wrap around you than what you previously knew, but i'm sure eventually we reach a point where nothing else matters.. fear, pain, hope, it all becomes sanded down into a uniform flatness, by an overwhelming need for the last choice you have: freedom from this world and all your suffering..