kovu
unendlichkeit
- Nov 15, 2021
- 82
When I think about ctb'ing, I always picture myself back at home - the room at my mother's. Ever since moving out, I haven't been able to regain that specific kind of comfort. I thought everything would get better, but it all just feels so much more detached and meaningless. Maybe it's just rose-coloured glasses, I did want to get away from there more than anything, but I'd like to go back now. Even if it's just a week, followed by another attempt - a successful one, this time.
But now that it's gone, and everything's off, I noticed a hotel on my way to work. As far as I'm to understand, you don't have to interact with anyone to get a room - everything's easy and contactless. I'd already have the money, only a bit of courage and my next weekend could be my last. I've already gotten far enough with partial hanging to feel confident in this method - and it should be easy to replicate there. Only the comfort would be missing.
I suppose this is my current Plan A for when I can't take it anymore, enough to call it quits.
But now that it's gone, and everything's off, I noticed a hotel on my way to work. As far as I'm to understand, you don't have to interact with anyone to get a room - everything's easy and contactless. I'd already have the money, only a bit of courage and my next weekend could be my last. I've already gotten far enough with partial hanging to feel confident in this method - and it should be easy to replicate there. Only the comfort would be missing.
I suppose this is my current Plan A for when I can't take it anymore, enough to call it quits.