I made up my mind about kms
I officialy made up my mind about kms
I’ve given up. For months, years, really, I’ve been thinking that the best decision is to take my own life. I’ve always put it off, though, maybe because I still have hope that something will change, that I’ll be able to be happy again, that this feeling of agony will vanish. I think the main reason I haven’t done it is fear: I’m afraid of the physical pain, afraid of dying, and afraid of what comes after life (though, in all likelihood, there’s nothing). And the truth is, I don’t \*want\* to die; I want to live, I want to be happy, but I just can’t go on anymore. This pain is unbearable, the agony is consuming me. I can no longer focus on the things that used to bring me a little joy,my brain simply won’t let me be happy. So, I’ve bought a utility knife, and I plan to cut the blade down so it’s more like a razor blade, that way, I can cut myself more effectively. I don’t know when I’ll do it yet, but I feel a small sense of relief knowing I don’t have to take things so seriously anymore. What I want most of all is for the attempt to fail, because I want someone to save me.