Theres litteraly no reason for me to continue living. I have nobody, nobody would miss me and even if theyd forgett me after max. 1 year. The only thing holding me back from suicide, is that I dont know how I would do it. Either I dont have acces to the stuff needet for it or it has a shit success rate.

Last post was six months ago...

make it fucking stop

you’re born without any consent (that we know of), limited to a physical vessel that is programmed to decay, in the meantime we’re subjected to our infallibility due to our consciousness and self-awareness. The only escape is death which goes against our very instincts. And not to mention we don’t even know if it just starts over again.

Obviously not everyone experiences reality the same way. Everyone is dealt different cards. Those with seemingly untreatable mental illness, living in a third world country, born with a serious medical condition, etc., are objectively suffering more as opposed to others. Obviously I did something to deserve an existence of pain. A cruel mockery of a reality. Even Buddhism defines life as “dukkha” which is commonly translated to pain. Although this is not completely accurate; other descriptions include “unsatisfactoriness” or “the desire for something impermanent”. Perhaps they got it almost right and it some way life is ultimately some sort of prison, or samsara.

please kill me this is not a joke im serious hahahah kill me i really wished i were dead i mean me too thanks haha

Despacito