leaftomb
let's live fast and die young
- Jun 15, 2024
- 76
I don't know what I'm doing here anymore. My deadline was supposed to be a month ago. I stayed for my father, because he's depressed and I'm scared he'd follow in my footsteps. Now I feel he hates me. I don't know what it is that is wrong with me at the moment, but the urge to kill myself without preparations is getting stronger each day. I thought I wanted a planned out suicide. Place, day, time. Everything. Now I just wanna jump off the roof without saying goodbye to anyone. This just feels pointless. Life scares me. Besides my parents, there is genuinely nothing I wish to go on for. My parents know about my thoughts which, in a way, reassures me. I was briefly sent to the hospital for it so if I decide to go through with it now, it won't be as surprising. Maybe not as painful. I'll try to hang on until my birthday, at least. It's this saturday. It's gonna be lonely, but at least I'm aware. Then, I don't know what I'll do. Maybe I'll be alive for another year, maybe I'll jump by next week. Whenever it is doesn't really matter anymore. Death feels safer when I know there's no bright future ahead of me.