glittergore
the sea, the sea
- Jun 16, 2020
- 119
I've been thinking a lot these past few days and believe it's my time to die. My life isn't hopeless, but it's not enough. Even if I am able to go through the arduous process of finding ways to support myself, I will be left with little reward. It's like a beast fighting through a string of more powerful, more fearsome beasts to try to procure food only to find a meaningless morsel at the end. It's no life. In that way, it feels like I'm not killing myself, but biologically ending what's already dead. This will probably be the greatest act of self-care in my life, which is intensely ironic, but much of my life has been that way, so it fits. There's been many times in my life that I've wanted to die, and even some times where I thought I had to die, but this is the first time that death feels right to me. This does not bring the sense of peace I was expecting, more so a sense of something between relief and resignation.
Anyway, I'm not doing this tonight. I was going to, but I do think it would be to my family and friend's benefit if I stuck around for another day to write custom suicide notes and tie up some loose ends. I'll take my plethora of books to the library for donation; we're in the middle of a move right now, so all my other stuff is conveniently packed up for my family to do what they want with. I'll close down my bank account and transfer the paltry amount in there to one of my friends. I thought I would want to go on some grand excursion the day of my death, but now I just want to drive around, say goodbye to some things, have my favorite drink at Starbucks, journal, and watch the moon and stars for a few hours before driving somewhere near but far to do the deed.
I want to thank this community for their endless support and insight. I've been able to show a dark, tender underbelly here that I seldom get to show anywhere and I'm immensely grateful for it. I hope you're all able to find some peace. I'll update this post right before I'm about to CTB and if I disappear for several days after, you all will know what occurred. Hopefully some cruel twist of entropy won't lead me to being found and put in a psych ward. We'll have to see, I guess.
Anyway, I'm not doing this tonight. I was going to, but I do think it would be to my family and friend's benefit if I stuck around for another day to write custom suicide notes and tie up some loose ends. I'll take my plethora of books to the library for donation; we're in the middle of a move right now, so all my other stuff is conveniently packed up for my family to do what they want with. I'll close down my bank account and transfer the paltry amount in there to one of my friends. I thought I would want to go on some grand excursion the day of my death, but now I just want to drive around, say goodbye to some things, have my favorite drink at Starbucks, journal, and watch the moon and stars for a few hours before driving somewhere near but far to do the deed.
I want to thank this community for their endless support and insight. I've been able to show a dark, tender underbelly here that I seldom get to show anywhere and I'm immensely grateful for it. I hope you're all able to find some peace. I'll update this post right before I'm about to CTB and if I disappear for several days after, you all will know what occurred. Hopefully some cruel twist of entropy won't lead me to being found and put in a psych ward. We'll have to see, I guess.
Last edited: