
Braindead Atheist
Specialist
- Oct 7, 2020
- 387
I've decided that I'm killing myself this Spring. I have to give my last bits of art to past teacher(shes a cold ass bitch, I doubt she'll appreciate it. I'm only giving it to her because she used to be a nice person and hope it will change her) and then its just me and the rope or whatever method I choose. I'm so close to that void of consciousness. I looked into mediums. They are all fake ass losers. There's no other side. Life is not a test. Our struggles are just regular problems; there's no deeper meaning to them. Only what ever meaning we assign them in our own head. I'm so numb. I don't even care anymore. I don't fear the void anymore, just the pain before. Life is a long bad day; death is a permanent night. Soon I will have no more problems. Soon I will go to the eternal night. Yet I don't care. It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does and nothing ever will.