I feel amazing - I'm reached a point where all the plans are made for me to kill myself. I feel amazing because I've made up my mind. (Obviously I don't think anyone should kill themselves, I DON'T CONDONE IT and its purely my decision. I'm really saying I didn't know this was a phase of it.) When I was younger some people would talk about taking pills or slitting their wrists but their attempts never worked (Where I lived I mean). I suppose those are what they call a cry for attention, I suppose that's what I was contemplating before without realising it. I've booked my train down to a town near a popular place to commit suicide, and thinking about it is making me smile, even laugh! I've also started sorting everything out for when I'm gone. No one's seen me this happy for a long time! I can't wait to see all my friends over the Christmas period because I'm happy and fun to be around again - I've decided to book the train for a month's timeish, I'm going to visit all my old University friends and work friends etc, well as many as I can. Have any of you ever reached this point?