recovering from ed was sure good but honestly i miss when i had it. ifelt like i was at least living for something. something was costantly occupying my mind and distracting me. now i have nothing to really think about and that is actually killing me im dying
i can't commit cuz then i'll hurt my cat and my brother and parents and other people but it doesn't even feel like it's up to me if i kill myself or not it's up to thsi fucking thing kn my head
been fantasizing abt so many different ways to kill myself it got to a point where I feel nothing but acceptance and peace thinking about it I’m not scared anymore I’m so close to finally be free I don’t wanna feel anything I want my life to finally end