Hahah, as you know, my humor is darker than my soul.
But this dark humor keeps me alive all these years. Hope is a beautiful thing <3
That and the desire to see the first snow fall for the first time in my life.
Which ironically once I saw it, I effing hate it. Shoveling snow. Eff that.
Did I just share a black star? Maybe.
Now suicide is a touchy subject. I'm going to touch it. Touching "Do not touch" signs are one of my favorite things to do.
I actually am all for "A person's life is his/her to end. Their lives. Their choices." There's no use asking someone who lost the will to live to go through life an empty shell......
with that being said. I have nothing else to back up.
Other than, now fantasize about your own death, who would be the first to discover your body? How distraught would they be? Think of a person who loves you most. Imagine the expression, the scar you'd cut so deep into their hearts, by leaving abruptly. Think of the tears they'd cry from missing you.
Now back away from the tool you're about to end your life with.
Think. The scent of your favorite food. The breeze at your favorite place. The sound of a loved one calling your name.
Back. The eff. Away from the tool you're going to end your life with.
Think. One reason. I don't care how trivial. That you would want to hold on to life to see the next sunrise. And the next. And the next.
You're still reading this. Then you're searching for someone to stop you. Look in the mirror. Have you mistreated someone else in your life? Why would you mistreat that person staring back at you? That person deserves to be happy. Not dying alone by his/her own hands.
7 billions people in the goddamn world. One more person dying doesn't even matter. And yet, here I am, giving a crap whether you live or die. I don't even know you.
Think how devastated someone who actually knows and cares for you would be once they learn you've taken your own life.
I am all for "A person's life is his or her own to take" However, before you do, don't.