there's no way out, i've painted myself into a corner completely. people are suffering because i'm alive; they're going to suffer more when i CTB. no part of my existence is okay or fair on anyone else. at the same time, i never wanted this -- any of it -- and the one way i can minimise suffering is to end my own. it's too late to prevent other people from being hurt by my life, or death.
my parents have seen me struggling for 25 years, the majority of my life. that's enough, isn't it? they're reasonable people, they must understand? i don't think my little brother will ever forgive me, but at some point i have to admit defeat. anyway, i'm long past being able to help him, or anyone else, effectively. or is that just wishful thinking on my part? maybe i can help everyone, even myself, but i'm just too weak/lazy/stupid to do so.
CTB is making more and more sense, but i'm still waiting on my SN. i'm worried that when it arrives i'll be lulled back into complacency, able to while away the days with zero effort. fear disguised as apathy a thousand times removed. again, am i just lying to myself? can i even do anything else? i no longer understand myself. whether it's CTB, or delusional wellbeing, or anything... i'd love to have faith in something. this needs to stop. waiting for my SN ticket is too hard. but what else can i do? blah. tired.