midstarscream
Life is a sexually transmitted terminal disease.
- Nov 1, 2024
- 39
I am perfectly okay ending my annoying, stupid, fruitless existence. But the only thing that has kept me so far (and has been keeping me) is my family's reaction to my death.
I can imagine all of them sitting in the living room, in shock, my mom and gran not able to breathe a word, my sister and dad crying, and my cat blissfully unaware of the reality, probably wondering I went out of station.
Every time I make serious plans about ctbing, this image pops up in my mind, and it is a horrifying one. I love my family, and I want to ctb, because I've had enough of my life. It's a useless existence, I only cause problems to others, I'm worthless, and I'll never be successful at what I do. (I have never ever been successful either).
I have my SN and everything else ready, I even live on the 20th floor ffs. I can just jump and be done. But I can't.
I want to, though.
I can imagine all of them sitting in the living room, in shock, my mom and gran not able to breathe a word, my sister and dad crying, and my cat blissfully unaware of the reality, probably wondering I went out of station.
Every time I make serious plans about ctbing, this image pops up in my mind, and it is a horrifying one. I love my family, and I want to ctb, because I've had enough of my life. It's a useless existence, I only cause problems to others, I'm worthless, and I'll never be successful at what I do. (I have never ever been successful either).
I have my SN and everything else ready, I even live on the 20th floor ffs. I can just jump and be done. But I can't.
I want to, though.