MeowWantsToGoHome
Missing the Moon 🌙
- Sep 11, 2024
- 31
Hi guys,
I posted some backstory about myself already, so introductions aside…
This is it. I'm trying to stop saying "I think this is it" as much as possible, because that implies I'm uncertain of myself. I want this to be it. I'm trying to remind myself that the hesitation I'm feeling is just my survival instinct and a normal, healthy fear of the unknown. It's just my brain doing its biological duty in keeping me alive.
But what my soul wants is what matters, and my soul wants to go home. Back to the stars, back to what I believe is out there waiting for me. I'm not gonna bore you with my personal beliefs, though.
I want to do it before my birthday, which is the 21st of September. I definitely don't want to do it on the day, so at least maybe people can still somewhat differentiate my birthday from my death day. I truly didn't intend on my CTB time to fall around my birthday, but here we are.
As for my method, I'm going night-night. I thought about a gun since we're a southern household with a decent assortment of firearms, but there's a multitude of moral reasons why I wouldn't do that. I've tested blood choking myself before. Regardless of what some people think about it, from what I experienced—so long as you get the right spot—it doesn't feel bad at all. It's quick, it's relatively painless with no mess. Like so many people say, it's nature's power off button.
Sigh
There's more I wanted to do… I wanted to at least 100% Tears of the Kingdom, but damn is that game huge. I wanted to write a novel, but ADHD and depression triumphed over that dream. I wanted to own more guinea pigs because I love guinea pigs. I also wanted to be a small animal and exotics vet, but that would never have happened, even if I did stick around. I wish my little sister didn't have me blocked over some stupid little spit we had a few months ago so that I could at least tell her I love her.
Oh, well… Life isn't perfect. I did a lot of other things, I suppose. I also fucked up a lot, but I'm only human. Look at me trying to give myself grace that I don't even think I deserve.
I was born not belonging, and I'll die not belonging. I'll make another post when I'm about to do the deed. This is just a kind of… final thoughts thing, I guess. I love everybody reading this. You're worthy of compassion and understanding no matter your circumstances and no matter your choice to stay or go. No matter how selfish you think you're being. You can be selfish and still be deserving of compassion. This world is unfair and you need to do what's best for you.
Anyway, that was preachy, sorry. That's all for now. Bye-bye.
I posted some backstory about myself already, so introductions aside…
This is it. I'm trying to stop saying "I think this is it" as much as possible, because that implies I'm uncertain of myself. I want this to be it. I'm trying to remind myself that the hesitation I'm feeling is just my survival instinct and a normal, healthy fear of the unknown. It's just my brain doing its biological duty in keeping me alive.
But what my soul wants is what matters, and my soul wants to go home. Back to the stars, back to what I believe is out there waiting for me. I'm not gonna bore you with my personal beliefs, though.
I want to do it before my birthday, which is the 21st of September. I definitely don't want to do it on the day, so at least maybe people can still somewhat differentiate my birthday from my death day. I truly didn't intend on my CTB time to fall around my birthday, but here we are.
As for my method, I'm going night-night. I thought about a gun since we're a southern household with a decent assortment of firearms, but there's a multitude of moral reasons why I wouldn't do that. I've tested blood choking myself before. Regardless of what some people think about it, from what I experienced—so long as you get the right spot—it doesn't feel bad at all. It's quick, it's relatively painless with no mess. Like so many people say, it's nature's power off button.
Sigh
There's more I wanted to do… I wanted to at least 100% Tears of the Kingdom, but damn is that game huge. I wanted to write a novel, but ADHD and depression triumphed over that dream. I wanted to own more guinea pigs because I love guinea pigs. I also wanted to be a small animal and exotics vet, but that would never have happened, even if I did stick around. I wish my little sister didn't have me blocked over some stupid little spit we had a few months ago so that I could at least tell her I love her.
Oh, well… Life isn't perfect. I did a lot of other things, I suppose. I also fucked up a lot, but I'm only human. Look at me trying to give myself grace that I don't even think I deserve.
I was born not belonging, and I'll die not belonging. I'll make another post when I'm about to do the deed. This is just a kind of… final thoughts thing, I guess. I love everybody reading this. You're worthy of compassion and understanding no matter your circumstances and no matter your choice to stay or go. No matter how selfish you think you're being. You can be selfish and still be deserving of compassion. This world is unfair and you need to do what's best for you.
Anyway, that was preachy, sorry. That's all for now. Bye-bye.