Two months later and she’s as happy as she’s ever been in a relationship that will likely last forever. Meanwhile, I’ve been to the bottom of more vodka bottles then I care to count.
(Mods: please note the following paragraph is NOT a suicide note but rather expressing a suicidal feeling)
I’m strongly considering taking my life on New Year’s Eve. I don’t want to see 2020. I want 2019 to be my last year on this Earth. Yeah, I said I gave up 2 months ago but now I’ve REALLY given up. I’m ready to leave this painful mortal world. I’m ready to join the supernatural/paranormal world! I’m ready to be a mere orb, an apparition or pure energy. I’m ready to just exist without the pressures of life and most importantly, without the pain.
I have literally no reason not to end it all!
Just two more weeks. Just two more weeks! I’m just ready to stop feeling....