binglebelle
Member
- Sep 9, 2019
- 15
Sometimes, I think that in the grand scheme of things that my moment of death is just a blip in time. Why am I going through all the trouble to not make it painful, when within a moment it will be done. For example, I find the idea of hanging myself torturous and terrifying but... I could have hung myself 5 minutes ago and I wouldn't be here now! Lol. I could have shot myself in the head yesterday. I'm petrified of heights, but jumping to my death would just a tiny moment in time. Why do I care? All of the intimidating ways to kill yourself are also the more plausible ways to really die.
Maybe this is screwed up, but I really admire my friend who jumped to his death last year. We met online, before I ever knew of this place and we idealized suicide together. He was the first person who I was ever able to talk about that openly with, who shared my views and it was therapeutic, actually.
After he killed himself, I found this website my googling his username and I found his goodbye letter. I would include his username, but idk if it's allowed lol.
He used to say that I was braver than he could ever be because he didn't know if he would ever have the guts to kill himself. He said he would be jealous of me when I died, and now ironically, I'm the one jealous of him.
I admire him because he fucking conquered what I couldn't! I know he was afraid of jumping, but he jumped from his 19th story balcony. He faced terror, and jumped.
Why can't I be like him? <3
Maybe this is screwed up, but I really admire my friend who jumped to his death last year. We met online, before I ever knew of this place and we idealized suicide together. He was the first person who I was ever able to talk about that openly with, who shared my views and it was therapeutic, actually.
After he killed himself, I found this website my googling his username and I found his goodbye letter. I would include his username, but idk if it's allowed lol.
He used to say that I was braver than he could ever be because he didn't know if he would ever have the guts to kill himself. He said he would be jealous of me when I died, and now ironically, I'm the one jealous of him.
I admire him because he fucking conquered what I couldn't! I know he was afraid of jumping, but he jumped from his 19th story balcony. He faced terror, and jumped.
Why can't I be like him? <3