fkyou
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- Oct 1, 2022
- 347
It's funny how we fear death but we endure pain 3times worse daily
Yep. I have insomnia too. Woke at 318 am now just lying here. Suffering. Want to end it. Facing another day of misery and anxiety pain but not willing to do anything about it.
Hell on earth.
Hell on earth.
rustcohle4life
I'm bad at parties
- Mar 16, 2025
- 365
littlecutecorpse
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ daily suffering ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
- Nov 13, 2025
- 49
right. i'm also sitting here in bed and i've gotta get up at like 6:00 (it's 5:12 here currently). i really don't wanna get up and deal with another miserable day. i really don't. why does my SI want to keep me suffering for longer? i don't even know anymore...
starboy2k
the only thing I can do right….is be a burden
- May 21, 2025
- 386
living life while chronically depressed is the weirdest/worst case of "stockholm syndrome" you can have.
I suppose the problem is- we simply don't know how painful it will be to die. Even if you read 1000 people's descriptions/ witness reports, it couldn't guarantee you the same experience.
Worse though- it may hurt to try to suicide and we fail and end up with more health complications.
I suppose I try to tell myself that- if my time comes to suicide, I will convince myself I am sparing myself the pain of growing old and ill and dying naturally but- both are unknowns ultimately. It may have been my fate to die peacefully and randomly in my sleep. Or, be hit by a bus or something. It's all a gamble at the end of the day.
I think it makes sense that we fear the unknown. And that we fear potentially worse pain because of a failed attempt. I wish it were nothing to worry ourselves over but ultimately, we can't know.
Worse though- it may hurt to try to suicide and we fail and end up with more health complications.
I suppose I try to tell myself that- if my time comes to suicide, I will convince myself I am sparing myself the pain of growing old and ill and dying naturally but- both are unknowns ultimately. It may have been my fate to die peacefully and randomly in my sleep. Or, be hit by a bus or something. It's all a gamble at the end of the day.
I think it makes sense that we fear the unknown. And that we fear potentially worse pain because of a failed attempt. I wish it were nothing to worry ourselves over but ultimately, we can't know.
