Story suicide ideation in the streets at night

[death over slavery]

A while ago at the dead of night, I decided to eat outside. Off I went and while walking, thoughts were flooding in about my plans for suicide, how I would distribute my remaining wealth to my friend after death, how I would record a goodbye video before I pass away, and other preparations before the end. Tbh, it's kind of relaxing for me to think about my impending doom (I haven't set a date yet), like I would feel the most enthusiasm in suicide preparations than anything else in this world.

 

[imontheloose]

I agree. I haven't set a date either, I just find it peaceful knowing I have the ability to take my potion and go whenever I wish. My death will come not on any particular day I can predict, I'll just wake up that day and decide, yup, that's it.

Death is the only perfection in this terrible world. It remains life's only certainty.