Honest to god I couldn't tell ya. My parents and peers put me through absolute misery each and every day. It's funny, just about each day I fantasize at least one time about ending my life. I don't think I'd feel an ounce of guilt either, not after what I've been through. There will be a few limited people I'll think about, but it wouldn't be enough to hold me back. So what is holding me back from CTB? Drugs, pretty much just drugs. I plan on ending my life on my birthday via opiate overdose. Not that I do opiates recreationally, but I'll just buy a fuck ton of clean Fentanyl and get to snorting. Either that, or I'll just go out via shotgun blast. I can't imagine any scenario with both situations where the paramedics or peers could possibly save me, especially with the time it would take for an ambulance to reach my house. In the meantime I've just been enjoying my final days with my Psychedelics, Dissociates, Stimulants, and Weed. Feel free to call me a junkie for saying this, but it's really been the only thing that's kept me going for as long as I have. As long as you don't go apeshit with the drugs, recreational use can be a net positive.