What gives people the courage to take the final step? It would seem that the decision has been made, the noose has been thrown... But why can't I do it? How cowardly I am, how weak I am...
As it turns out, alcohol is a great way to forget about this pain. Getting drunk almost to the point of passing out is just what you need. But in the morning, it all comes back again.
But sooner or later, this pain will repeat itself again. And these thoughts will repeat themselves again with new force. But one of these times will be the last. Probably...
I do not think about hurting someone with my actions. If this happens, I will not give a shit whether someone will cry over me. I guess I am just curious about what will happen next, that is what keeps me here...