@lohenslover I don't really know you so lmk if I'm overstepping my bounds, but if you want to talk about it sven if it doesnt make sense I'm here. I hope you're doing alright
I want to die, so much, so much. More than ever before. I really hate that I have something to live for right now, because I can't kill myself without regret. I want to die.
i have people in my life who, I don't want them to die, I don't want them to WANT to die. It's a tragic thing for them, I want them to be happy, content in life. But then I feel like an asshole saying that, with how much I lament "kill me! let me die! suicide is beautiful!" HA!
--nothing can be certain, I guess. My bed. It seems too casual a place, I don't know. I'd like to be sitting, if possible. It's why I can't go to the forest and do it. A corpse in the woods, what the fuck? It's pathetic. Well, I don't know. I don't know. this is aimless
I watched a movie last night, where a character shot himself at his desk. I am opposed to how freely guns can be obtained here in the US, but its a dream for a suicidal pervert. If I have no other choice, I can use a gun. But, the desk, that's what interested me. If I shot--
--I could do it on my bed. My corpse would lie there, as if sleeping, but the front of my face would be blown off. Oh, a terrifying thought. Guns have the highest success rate, but I read an article once about a woman who blew her face off and still survived........ --