It just really is nice to think about killing yourself sometimes. It’s nice to think what people might have to say when you’re gone. It’s nice to think that you won’t have to deal with any of these anymore.
I don’t know if it’s getting worse, but I only get this kind of attacks past midnight. But they’re happening as early as 6pm now. I contemplate about dying. I contemplate about disappearing all of a sudden. I contemplate about cutting the rope, about giving up that tree branch that kept me from falling off the cliff.
It’s nice. I get a distinct kind of ecstasy from thinking about suicide. Because then I won’t have to think. Then I won’t have to feel. Then I won’t have to see how things end. How things change from better to worse.
I don’t want to have to deal with anything. I want to sleep. And I don’t want to deal with whatever the next morning has to offer.
Pointless. Boring. Stupid. Repetitive. The same lessons learned. The same lessons unlearned. The same lessons relearned. The same lessons but the world does not change. It still tries to destroy you. It teaches you new things only to test new ways to torture you.
I don’t want any of these anymore
I don’t want to need to be understood
I don’t want to need to understand anyone
I don’t want to think
I don’t want to feel
Remove my chains
Let me fall off the cliff
That’s where this is going anyway
One day, I’m going to have to kill myself
So just kill me now
Just let me die