
thenautiluscog
Member
- Jul 16, 2022
- 6
Hello all.
I think this will be my first and last post here. Im a 39/yo male if it matters. I'm all ready to go (exit bag, inert gas method). I've been lurking here for a while but just wanted to say hello and goodbye. I could have probably reached out but generally haven't been able to due to crippling social anxiety.
My fiancée just asked me for my gun clips because she knows I'm suicidal. Kinda hilarious considering I would never think of leaving such a mess for her to deal with. Nah I'll just pack my gear in my car and hit the road when I'm ready, find a quiet spot, write my shitty goodbyes, and go to sleep. I didn't give her my gun clips and she didn't fight me much on that. Just a 30 second conversation. Over and done without much fuss. That's how much care people have truly shown me over the years HA! Wouldn't have mattered anyway. Thanks for your yawn-inducing attempt at giving a shit. I love you too! Sad cringe into ash.
Life is absolute torture for me and always has been. I've had it.
I don't even think I should bore anyone with my pathetic backstory. It would suffice to say that I have avoidant/borderline mixed personality and it is eating my soul alive. I live in perpetual hell and keep getting mixed up in relationships with people who use me for their own gain and I have no ability to say what I need or tell people no. Consequently I'm ignored. All I wanted was love and passion, and I have plenty to give but no one to receive/reinforce it. I don't enjoy anything anymore. Every day is a slog and I come home to someone who can't condescend to be with me on any level beyond platitudes. This has happened to me before in a previous marriage and it destroyed my life many times over due to my repeated doubling down and remaining loyal to someone who didn't give a fuck about me, had children I knew for a fact we weren't ready for, got divorced, etc. The destruction and humiliation continues. My fiancée only needs me to help her get her health problems under control enough to take care of herself and she'll leave too. I'm sure of it. People seem to only pretend to love to get whatever the hell it is they want. I hate it and I want out. The more I go along the more I think my insanity/avoidance is more understandable than the constant arrogance and slap fighting humans are so fond of engaging in.
She laid not a single hand in care to me this evening. Then gave me a vitamin D pill and a Claritin before bed. Man this just gets funnier and funnier. She wants me to go to the hospital. Nah I'm good. I've been there for her. All she can seem to say is "go get out in a cage for a few weeks and get some pills." Nah, I'm good.
Cheers to you all and hope you all find that reason to keep going. I've lost my fight. Luckily I believe, due to my psychedelic experiences, that the other side is more beautiful than this awful place. I believe that suicide is THE way out of the karmic wheel. It's the ultimate freedom, the most insanely brave choice you can make in this barren universe. In my twisted head it's the only freedom we truly have as conscious beings who have screwed each other over so bad for table scraps. I want to be free so badly I can't stand it. I'm probably wrong and I'm just entering a black sea of nothing, but one can hope eh? Also what's so bad about that abyss anyway? Doesn't do us much good (hope) in my experience but getting rid of that nagging hope is nearly impossible, I guess.
"No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death." —William Burroughs
(Applying the meaning of this quote to the suicidal context is absolutely hilarious to me)
-thenautiluscog
I think this will be my first and last post here. Im a 39/yo male if it matters. I'm all ready to go (exit bag, inert gas method). I've been lurking here for a while but just wanted to say hello and goodbye. I could have probably reached out but generally haven't been able to due to crippling social anxiety.
My fiancée just asked me for my gun clips because she knows I'm suicidal. Kinda hilarious considering I would never think of leaving such a mess for her to deal with. Nah I'll just pack my gear in my car and hit the road when I'm ready, find a quiet spot, write my shitty goodbyes, and go to sleep. I didn't give her my gun clips and she didn't fight me much on that. Just a 30 second conversation. Over and done without much fuss. That's how much care people have truly shown me over the years HA! Wouldn't have mattered anyway. Thanks for your yawn-inducing attempt at giving a shit. I love you too! Sad cringe into ash.
Life is absolute torture for me and always has been. I've had it.
I don't even think I should bore anyone with my pathetic backstory. It would suffice to say that I have avoidant/borderline mixed personality and it is eating my soul alive. I live in perpetual hell and keep getting mixed up in relationships with people who use me for their own gain and I have no ability to say what I need or tell people no. Consequently I'm ignored. All I wanted was love and passion, and I have plenty to give but no one to receive/reinforce it. I don't enjoy anything anymore. Every day is a slog and I come home to someone who can't condescend to be with me on any level beyond platitudes. This has happened to me before in a previous marriage and it destroyed my life many times over due to my repeated doubling down and remaining loyal to someone who didn't give a fuck about me, had children I knew for a fact we weren't ready for, got divorced, etc. The destruction and humiliation continues. My fiancée only needs me to help her get her health problems under control enough to take care of herself and she'll leave too. I'm sure of it. People seem to only pretend to love to get whatever the hell it is they want. I hate it and I want out. The more I go along the more I think my insanity/avoidance is more understandable than the constant arrogance and slap fighting humans are so fond of engaging in.
She laid not a single hand in care to me this evening. Then gave me a vitamin D pill and a Claritin before bed. Man this just gets funnier and funnier. She wants me to go to the hospital. Nah I'm good. I've been there for her. All she can seem to say is "go get out in a cage for a few weeks and get some pills." Nah, I'm good.
Cheers to you all and hope you all find that reason to keep going. I've lost my fight. Luckily I believe, due to my psychedelic experiences, that the other side is more beautiful than this awful place. I believe that suicide is THE way out of the karmic wheel. It's the ultimate freedom, the most insanely brave choice you can make in this barren universe. In my twisted head it's the only freedom we truly have as conscious beings who have screwed each other over so bad for table scraps. I want to be free so badly I can't stand it. I'm probably wrong and I'm just entering a black sea of nothing, but one can hope eh? Also what's so bad about that abyss anyway? Doesn't do us much good (hope) in my experience but getting rid of that nagging hope is nearly impossible, I guess.
"No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death." —William Burroughs
(Applying the meaning of this quote to the suicidal context is absolutely hilarious to me)
-thenautiluscog