When I can’t find another and run out of savings in a few months, that’s when Ill kill myself.
Honestly did a bit of a trial run last night, fastened a bag over my head and snuggled my stuffed animals on the couch to see what it would be like. It’s definitely something I can go through with if/when it comes to it. Taking other steps to make life less unbearable first, hence the title. I don’t really see my life ending any other way though tbh, just more of a question of when. If I’m lucky, it’ll be when the climate change induced famine prices me out of being able to eat and I chose not to starve. Anyways, sorry for making you read this. Fuck.
Things are much worse without them. They increase my baseline anxiety a little, but let me feel like a person and function and it’s so nice.
Damn. It’s like the exact opposite for me, they turned me into an unfeeling robot. There was definitely an emotional withdrawal period but that’s what the massive amount of weed is for.