All I want.....

Discussion in 'Let it all out...' started by Meander, Sep 24, 2006.

  1. Meander

    Meander Active Member

    It's too much. I want to die. I want my life to be over. It's all I want. I don't care who or what kills me. It doesn't matter why I want it. I don't know and I don't care. It's not as if I'm that important. It would hurt people yes, but everyone loses people they love. They would grieve for a while then get over it. Move on, and be themselves again. Everything will continue as it was, exept that I won't be in the way and I'll have what I want.
     
  2. cthulhu

    cthulhu Well-Known Member

    evfer hear of a suicdie chain, it is were one person kills them seves, then another then another and so on, if i were to off my self first my mother would kill her self, then my suister, then my cousin, then more ppl an d more pppl...so no, killing your sefl bad...i dig the hopless thing you re feeling, i feel it right now, i am sick and worried about it, if it is sreious i am gonna die alone, but i still no mater what want to live...it is imposible for me to consider any other option at this point...and if none of the matters, i would miss eeing you in and out of chat, i would eventualy ask"where is Meander, i havent seen them on for a while", then i would proly find out some way you had died, then i would cry...no i dont know you, but you are a human being and i tend to cry when a light snuffed out before its time...
     
  3. Meander

    Meander Active Member

    "Be content to be alive, in that alone you have what so many have been denied."

    How many times I've said that I can't possibly imagine. It's been at least 6 years since I first said it. I still don't know what it means. It just seemed so natural to say it. A tribute to the only 2 I've ever really felt I could trust. The only "loved ones" I had lost since I was too young to remember. Why am I even saying this now. It has nothing to do with anything. I wasn't even thinking of them during my rant... but like my saying it seemed so natural to think of them. To remember them. Whether I'm reasured that I haven't always been alone, or tearing my heart out in agony over how they died... who knows?