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onemoreday
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- Aug 27, 2020
- 3
So, I guess I have just failed my first suicide "attempt" (if you could even call it that) and I feel absolutely miserable.
I have spent literal months preparing for my death. I was even decent enough to clean out my stuff and leave behind detailed instructions regarding bureaucratic manners. I was dead set (pun intended) on finally dying today and making it as little complicated as possible for my family. But I couldn't do it.
I set everything up nicely, but when I got to the point where I was supposed to pull my exit bag down, I guess my SI kicked. I wondered how quickly I would lose my consciousness and what would then happen to my mind. I firmly believe that there is no afterlife or anything. I think being dead will be/feel just like the time before I was alive, peaceful and undisturbed. I have no doubts in that belief, but still, all I could think in that moment was "I'm so scared" because I simply don't know what exactly was going to happen, and I guess that uncertainty paralyzed me.
I deliberated stopping the flow for a minute or trying again but I knew that I had to keep going now if I wanted to succeed at all. I need to be strict with myself, otherwise I would just keep on making excuses until the end of time.
After sitting there for a minute or two, I gave up and turned everything off. I broke down crying (even though I promised myself not to cry today). I am so angry at myself for being so weak and indulging myself in that weakness.
Now I'm back to square one. I don't even know which is worse: all the time I wasted on my preparations or the fact that no one is even going to know about my failed attempt.
I am so tired. I don't want to go through all the trouble that involves living and then erasing my existence again. Apparently, I'm too dumb to live but also too scared to die, and I hate how I fall into such a stupid cliché. Right now, I feel like the only thing I can or should do is to simply lie in bed and sleep until I die of old age. I don't even want to think or dream anymore. I don't want to live, die or be dead; I only wish I had never existed at all.
I have spent literal months preparing for my death. I was even decent enough to clean out my stuff and leave behind detailed instructions regarding bureaucratic manners. I was dead set (pun intended) on finally dying today and making it as little complicated as possible for my family. But I couldn't do it.
I set everything up nicely, but when I got to the point where I was supposed to pull my exit bag down, I guess my SI kicked. I wondered how quickly I would lose my consciousness and what would then happen to my mind. I firmly believe that there is no afterlife or anything. I think being dead will be/feel just like the time before I was alive, peaceful and undisturbed. I have no doubts in that belief, but still, all I could think in that moment was "I'm so scared" because I simply don't know what exactly was going to happen, and I guess that uncertainty paralyzed me.
I deliberated stopping the flow for a minute or trying again but I knew that I had to keep going now if I wanted to succeed at all. I need to be strict with myself, otherwise I would just keep on making excuses until the end of time.
After sitting there for a minute or two, I gave up and turned everything off. I broke down crying (even though I promised myself not to cry today). I am so angry at myself for being so weak and indulging myself in that weakness.
Now I'm back to square one. I don't even know which is worse: all the time I wasted on my preparations or the fact that no one is even going to know about my failed attempt.
I am so tired. I don't want to go through all the trouble that involves living and then erasing my existence again. Apparently, I'm too dumb to live but also too scared to die, and I hate how I fall into such a stupid cliché. Right now, I feel like the only thing I can or should do is to simply lie in bed and sleep until I die of old age. I don't even want to think or dream anymore. I don't want to live, die or be dead; I only wish I had never existed at all.