i still haven't admitted everything to everyone, about how i've failed and have no plan or hope for the future. i'm just counting down until i can end it all.
i'm buying decorations and realising there's no point in putting them up. everytime i visit somewhere, i keep wondering if this will be the last time i'll ever see it.
it's always in the back of my mind, this suicide plan, like i know exactly how i want my life to end and when. i don't want to think about what i'll leave behind, i just want to go.
is it selfish? yes. and i know it's wrong to not care, but i'm really struggling to see a point in caring about my life when it's so worthless and stupid. i have nothing to be ambitious about, and i don't want to spend the rest of my life feeling regret and disappointment.
i think i've accepted my own death.
i'm buying decorations and realising there's no point in putting them up. everytime i visit somewhere, i keep wondering if this will be the last time i'll ever see it.
it's always in the back of my mind, this suicide plan, like i know exactly how i want my life to end and when. i don't want to think about what i'll leave behind, i just want to go.
is it selfish? yes. and i know it's wrong to not care, but i'm really struggling to see a point in caring about my life when it's so worthless and stupid. i have nothing to be ambitious about, and i don't want to spend the rest of my life feeling regret and disappointment.
i think i've accepted my own death.