
evanescent_eva
valkyrie
- May 11, 2025
- 88
I don't know what I want out of this thread. I think I'm going to die, either at the end of next week or two weeks from now. And I wanted to be excited about it, but I just feel so sad. I'm bedridden 23 hours a day, unable to move or think, unable to make or keep friends, unable to tell what's real and what's a hallucination. My life is not worth living, and I want to die - I want not to exist more than anything in the world. But the thought of catching the bus just makes me cry, and cry, and cry. I want to be able to write something that will win me care, or sympathy, or pity, or god forbid someone to talk to, but my brain doesn't work well enough to do something like that anymore. All there is is me, crying and having yet another panic attack.
I want to say something comforting and cavalier about how "the world will be better off without me!" but even that's not entirely true - my family will be devastated, my two friends will be devastated, and my poor dog. The light of my life. He won't understand why he was abandoned again. I'm such a terrible person for wanting to die, but I have nothing left to give anymore. I'm expired.
I want to say something comforting and cavalier about how "the world will be better off without me!" but even that's not entirely true - my family will be devastated, my two friends will be devastated, and my poor dog. The light of my life. He won't understand why he was abandoned again. I'm such a terrible person for wanting to die, but I have nothing left to give anymore. I'm expired.