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G000pie
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- Jan 15, 2025
- 39
I was going to wait till the weekend, but I've been putting it off till the weekend for months now. I think today is finally the day. I don't have much to do- will want to wipe my phone and computer, maybe listen to my favorite songs one last time. The urges haven't been this bad in a very long time. Maybe it's the heat, spring always makes me feel suicidal. But back then I still had things to live for. I don't anymore. These pastt few months it's been bad news after bad news, letdown after letdown. I'm sick of it all, of this cruel, money-hungry, love-starved world. There's too much bad. I feel inherently filthy for even being a human.
There is no hope for me and it's been stupid even trying. I guess I was just in denial about it all.
I have a loaded gun sitting on my nightstand. I keep looking at it, wondering if I'll angle it right, what it'll feel like, if it'll hurt. What comes after, be it hell, another life or nothingness. I'm so, so tired.
I'm tired of fighting. Fighting through panic attacks, for people to take me seriously about my agoraphobia, for a reason to make it to the end of each day. Of fighing through PMDD, ADHD, OCD, emetophobia, whatever else is fucking wrong with me.
I'm tired of trying to fix myself. It's not just me that's broken, either. Society is broken. Even if I was mentally healthy, if I could go places like I used to, if I wasn't disabled, I'd still become a minimum wage slave, I'd never afford a home, I'd never fall in love because I am fundementally unloveable.
I'm so, so tired. And I'm ready to finally go to sleep for the last time. I can only hope if there is anything after this life, it's kinder than this one was.
I'm gonna get lunch. Maybe take a nap. Get things in order. Then put the gun in my mouth and pull the trigger. I'm scared, yes, but I have to do it. I've waited too long. I'm not welcome in this world or in my own body. This universe does not want me. It will be an act of mercy.
There is no hope for me and it's been stupid even trying. I guess I was just in denial about it all.
I have a loaded gun sitting on my nightstand. I keep looking at it, wondering if I'll angle it right, what it'll feel like, if it'll hurt. What comes after, be it hell, another life or nothingness. I'm so, so tired.
I'm tired of fighting. Fighting through panic attacks, for people to take me seriously about my agoraphobia, for a reason to make it to the end of each day. Of fighing through PMDD, ADHD, OCD, emetophobia, whatever else is fucking wrong with me.
I'm tired of trying to fix myself. It's not just me that's broken, either. Society is broken. Even if I was mentally healthy, if I could go places like I used to, if I wasn't disabled, I'd still become a minimum wage slave, I'd never afford a home, I'd never fall in love because I am fundementally unloveable.
I'm so, so tired. And I'm ready to finally go to sleep for the last time. I can only hope if there is anything after this life, it's kinder than this one was.
I'm gonna get lunch. Maybe take a nap. Get things in order. Then put the gun in my mouth and pull the trigger. I'm scared, yes, but I have to do it. I've waited too long. I'm not welcome in this world or in my own body. This universe does not want me. It will be an act of mercy.