Do you also do this?
It doesn't make sense but I do it:
Instead of buying my SN kit I buy new clothes, that I obviously won't wear anymore once I'm dead.
I plan to get a new haircut, even got a new hair color, or to get some new random object.
I feel stupid because these things prove that I'm still attached to life I guess.
The only plan I have is to open the mailbox in a week, open my package, drive out into the middle of nowhere, mix it with water, take it, then sleep forever hopefully. I used to make plans but I just don't care to anymore, life is just too cruel and disgusting to me to want any part of it anymore. On the outside everything can seem great but deep down people are monstrous and selfish and I desire nothing to do with this "life" anymore if you can even call it that. I wore my heart on my sleeve for 30+ years and what did I get for it? A rollercoaster of ups and downs with downs being so particularly nasty that each time I experienced one it killed a bit of me inside. After enough trauma I just stopped caring, then I got pushed over the edge and instead of just wanting to CTB I feel the NEED to CTB because to live any longer in this existence than I have to sounds like a living hell.
My goal is to CTB in October but my SN should be here within two weeks so I'm not sure I'll even make it that far.
My biggest fear is that despite going as far from society as I can in the middle of nowhere and drinking both bottles of it I'll still survive because that would be a living nightmare even without side effects. I'm tempted to just bring a rope to tie and then hang myself immediately after ingesting the SN but maybe I'm just worrying too much. I'm 195 pounds and 6'' tall so it's not like I'm morbidly obese so if 50 is too low I'd be extremely surprised.
Would rather go just lying down and staring at the sky just like I lived my life, lying down while nearly everyone I ever cared about took advantage of me and ruined every dream I had ever had.
I guess I do have one plan other than that though, bothering to bring my suicide note with me because honestly, I couldn't care less if anyone reads it because the only people who even remotely understand me are the people on this forum who struggle through this existence as well.
I'm 34 and I have no idea how people make it past 40, either they are extremely lucky or ruthless and I'm neither of those things.