For the past 3 months, all I talk about here are suicide attempts and about wanting to die a lot. I can't help it. I don't talk to anyone about this. There are some people who I tell this to but I don't give much detail.
I don't even know what the point of this post is. Lol.
Most of the blogs I follow in blogger don't update that much and I was searching for new ones to follow. I wish there were more bloggers there that have the same interests as me.
I don't know what to do with my life. Every week, I keep thinking about doing it. And when the time comes of the scheduled date, something comes up that would make me postpone it to the next week. Maybe I'm doing this wrong. Maybe I shouldn't set up a date and just actually do it. I mean, I did actually do it at one point, but it wasn't effective. I knew it wouldn't be effective. I guess a part of me doesn't want to do it? More than a half of me, even? Because if I truly do want to do it, I wouldn't be here right now. I would have already been gone 3 months ago. God, why can't life stop playing games with me and just let me do it.
Where did all the time go? It's already the second week of May. It would be June soon, the other half of the year.
Maybe I should do it later. It may be impulsive, but it may also be effective.
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