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I started out with nothing and still have most of it left.
I didn't expect to reach 30.
thought 50 was a decent age to die, now superated wish it had been that, time`s up at 50.
in my 20's I took it one year at a time ... didn't think i'd be or want to be 40.
thank you for that explanation.
strangely enough, from a young age, i was sure i'd be gone by 27. 27 was/is my favorite number, it seemed like a perfectly arbitrary number. i happen to be 27 now, now i have no end in site, this has probably been the best year of my life.
I originally planned to die after I'd finished high school at 16, yet I made it to now. But now I'm paying for it by having a lack of skills due to not seeing much point in studying for a future at school.
I think this is an interesting thread. When I was young I could not imagine how a body could feel so much pain from anxety/ depression etc.... and survive beyond 30s. But this body I live in did survive. I must say that the mental conditions took a great toll on the body. It is quite unhealthy. But still has not expired. The female lineage of my family is to live long. Although none of them were in so much emotional/mental pain which physically manifests. My constant hope is that I will leave this physical form. And my soul can be much more free. So far, there has been no cooperation by my body or soul. And I am way past my 30s. Still hoping and praying to leave very soon.....
Last edited by IV2010; 9th April 2012 at 01:29 PM.
My life goes on without me!!
I thought for sure I would be dead already, something stupid would trigger me and I would just do it one day. I was getting ballsy one day and entertained some of my desires of death, but ended because the survivor mode kicked in. To answer your question, I thought by 14 I would get ran over by a car or something wonderful like that. But here I am getting older, bitter, and hating living more and more each day. I just hope I get accident shot in the head one day by a stray bullet, freeing me and not burden the person that fired the gun.