I slightly wish some government agency would come and take me away every time I searched for methods of suicide and just dope me up on a bunch of stuff that lets me just NOT FEEL ANYTHING. I always end up reading the same articles and really wanting to get a 100% helium tank but those are far and few between now. I just want to not feel, /b/. I don't want to feel love, happiness, anything anymore.
That dude, Justin, on /b/ the other day had the right idea with the artery but I'm too much of a fucking wuss to do it. I thought about that guy all day today and I will over the course of new year's now that I'm not in a relationship for new year's. Also spending the night at work working overnights new year's eve and day so it doesn't matter if I had a relationship or not, I'm just gonna be selling booze to drunkards anyway.
If I had a way to numb all the pain during the cut I probably would do it but I probably don't have a way to do that without prescriptions.
And I got a new kitten, I can't leave her with my roommate because I know she will just toss her out of the house on the street or give her to some Craigslist crackhead who can't take care of her.
I just keep getting reasons to keep me fucking tethered here and I don't know why.
Pic related, my kitten. This was a few weeks ago, she's a bit bigger now. Her name is Salty. Just walked out into my living room a few days after I got her and just called her that and the name stuck. Sorry for shit quality.
As I finished writing this Salty climbed up on my chair and just put a paw on my shoulder, haha. Then she went to sleep.
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