EveHarrington
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Die.
That is what I want to do.
It's not just about not wanting to feel this bad. I see no future. I see no positive outcomes.
I didn't feel safe at home so I just left. People say it's dangerous to just park my car wherever and sleep but I don't care. By the way they talk you'd think we live in a war torn country where death lurked around every corner. Mostly here there are just cows. The docile type. I don't think they'd ever hurt me.
I am scared of everyone and everything. It's terrifying to even post this as I have no idea what kind of responses I'll receive.
I've been shaking on/off all day.
I don't even care about anyone around me. I don't think they'd miss me. I think with how much they complain that they'd be glad I was gone.
Die.
Pick up and leave/disappear.
All of the above.
I used to think I could beat this disorder and be something or do something with my life. I don't really think that anymore. Is there a point to living when things are so dire? No joy. Just stressing everyone out, burdening those around you.
Not a snowflake; not unique.
Whatever it is that I have brought or could potentially bring to this world---------this role could easily be filled by another.
I kind of hope my medical problems kill me. Part of why I refuse traditional medical intervention-----but I don't tell people this. I'm a coward. It would be nice-------because yes, I am too cowardly to kill myself. Not enough meds-----I'd probably only sleep a few days. No gun-----I guess that's a good thing. Bridges and trains-------they'd do the trick, but like I said, I'm a coward.
I can't remember why I started writing all of this. Maybe part of me does want help. Maybe.
That is what I want to do.
It's not just about not wanting to feel this bad. I see no future. I see no positive outcomes.
I didn't feel safe at home so I just left. People say it's dangerous to just park my car wherever and sleep but I don't care. By the way they talk you'd think we live in a war torn country where death lurked around every corner. Mostly here there are just cows. The docile type. I don't think they'd ever hurt me.
I am scared of everyone and everything. It's terrifying to even post this as I have no idea what kind of responses I'll receive.
I've been shaking on/off all day.
I don't even care about anyone around me. I don't think they'd miss me. I think with how much they complain that they'd be glad I was gone.
Die.
Pick up and leave/disappear.
All of the above.
I used to think I could beat this disorder and be something or do something with my life. I don't really think that anymore. Is there a point to living when things are so dire? No joy. Just stressing everyone out, burdening those around you.
Not a snowflake; not unique.
Whatever it is that I have brought or could potentially bring to this world---------this role could easily be filled by another.
I kind of hope my medical problems kill me. Part of why I refuse traditional medical intervention-----but I don't tell people this. I'm a coward. It would be nice-------because yes, I am too cowardly to kill myself. Not enough meds-----I'd probably only sleep a few days. No gun-----I guess that's a good thing. Bridges and trains-------they'd do the trick, but like I said, I'm a coward.
I can't remember why I started writing all of this. Maybe part of me does want help. Maybe.