theergorthdies
Waiting for Death...
- Nov 13, 2019
- 29
Ever since I watched as my mom was slowly sucked away from us by cancer and my cat (which was basically my only friend at the moment) die while I hopelessly held him in my arms, death has felt like that stalker who I can't get rid of, one who I will eventually befriend... maybe sooner than I expected.
Thought I've also had lots of proplems with bullying, love and family, nothing seems a better excuse to exit this hell than the situation I'm in right now...
I am a foreign student in one of the worst choice of countries for people like me: Russia. Why "people like me"? Well, I'm gay and HIV positive and ever since my University found out my HIV status, it has tried it's best to ensure that I leave the country because foreigners with the virus are illegal as far as law is concerned.
That seems like something I would have done almost readily considering that this isn't even close to the best places anyone can live in but, but I have no idea who I'll go back to... I haven't informed my dad about anything and informing him doesn't mean that anything will become better... He is so brutal a man and has been for so long my, not worst, but significantly bad nightmare. I'm also taunted by the disappointment from my siblings when they learn that their brother might have been whoring around to get infected. Nobody simply understands how cursed my luck is!
On my arms are self harm and attempted suicide scars that are mostly three years old. Two weeks ago, after the finding out, I planned for suicide by drowning in the river after having many shots of vodka to nearly blackening out then going for a "swim" but even before I opened the bottle, SI kicked in but were it not for the millions of times my boyfriend phoned me having have possibly read the suicide note I left, I probably would have continued anyways.
There's still hope for my friendship with death though.
I'm planning on drowning myself in a pool this time, after having some many shots of vodka till I black out, or inducing syncope while drunk and standing on the edge of the pool.
Today would have been the day but one other thing is that, to get someexta cash I have been working as a teacher and the last words I got from my employer today was how much she valued my presence with them...that made me rethink everything for a while...and after getting home and seeing my boyfriend once more, though it was supposed to be a last goodbye, Im having second thoughts on the day I'll ctb.
I'm thinking Friday and also considering SN.
I just need to deal with the fear of saying goodbye.
Thought I've also had lots of proplems with bullying, love and family, nothing seems a better excuse to exit this hell than the situation I'm in right now...
I am a foreign student in one of the worst choice of countries for people like me: Russia. Why "people like me"? Well, I'm gay and HIV positive and ever since my University found out my HIV status, it has tried it's best to ensure that I leave the country because foreigners with the virus are illegal as far as law is concerned.
That seems like something I would have done almost readily considering that this isn't even close to the best places anyone can live in but, but I have no idea who I'll go back to... I haven't informed my dad about anything and informing him doesn't mean that anything will become better... He is so brutal a man and has been for so long my, not worst, but significantly bad nightmare. I'm also taunted by the disappointment from my siblings when they learn that their brother might have been whoring around to get infected. Nobody simply understands how cursed my luck is!
On my arms are self harm and attempted suicide scars that are mostly three years old. Two weeks ago, after the finding out, I planned for suicide by drowning in the river after having many shots of vodka to nearly blackening out then going for a "swim" but even before I opened the bottle, SI kicked in but were it not for the millions of times my boyfriend phoned me having have possibly read the suicide note I left, I probably would have continued anyways.
There's still hope for my friendship with death though.
I'm planning on drowning myself in a pool this time, after having some many shots of vodka till I black out, or inducing syncope while drunk and standing on the edge of the pool.
Today would have been the day but one other thing is that, to get someexta cash I have been working as a teacher and the last words I got from my employer today was how much she valued my presence with them...that made me rethink everything for a while...and after getting home and seeing my boyfriend once more, though it was supposed to be a last goodbye, Im having second thoughts on the day I'll ctb.
I'm thinking Friday and also considering SN.
I just need to deal with the fear of saying goodbye.
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