DeathIsTheWayOut99
Warlock
- Jun 6, 2020
- 798
Life is funny. When a person is alive, people want to hurt, abuse, and use them. When they die, everyone suddenly develops heart and begins to talk about how many regrets they had, how awful they feel, etc. Death, for whatever reason, hits people in a way that makes them appreciate that person when they are gone
As I was walking home from grocery shopping, I began to imagine what my own death would be like. I would post my suicide note to social media and leave one for each member of my fucked up family. Then, I would encrypt my laptop and phone and take off to my nearest bridge. Without hesitating, I would jump. Maybe after a few days or god knows how long, I might have a small bullshit paragraph in a newspaper about how "I was loved" and "missed" by many.
I guess what I am trying to say here is that the people in my life don't care about me. The only way to get them, or anyone for that matter, to really really care is for me to die. Of course you might be thinking "don't care about people who don't care about you. Find others who love you" and you're not wrong. But I am an idiot, and idiots don't think rationally.
As I was walking home from grocery shopping, I began to imagine what my own death would be like. I would post my suicide note to social media and leave one for each member of my fucked up family. Then, I would encrypt my laptop and phone and take off to my nearest bridge. Without hesitating, I would jump. Maybe after a few days or god knows how long, I might have a small bullshit paragraph in a newspaper about how "I was loved" and "missed" by many.
I guess what I am trying to say here is that the people in my life don't care about me. The only way to get them, or anyone for that matter, to really really care is for me to die. Of course you might be thinking "don't care about people who don't care about you. Find others who love you" and you're not wrong. But I am an idiot, and idiots don't think rationally.