...as my mother saw me fill in a quiz one day there was a question that read "How do you believe you'll die?". She was talking of some random subject but I remember her going silent when I signed "suicide"

There are mental diseases, and though I hope I am not suffering from one I can't help but believe that I do. Now don't worry, I won't give in to it that easily, but there is something creepy concerning becoming honestly depressed, happy or angry for an extended period of time for such short periods.

Quite honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if I'm gone before next summer. Would be kind of sad if that was the truth but I gave it some thought. If I were to die, how would I make sure to make sure the least amount of people possible got hurt. So I reached this conclusion;

Should I ever pass the point where suicide became something I'd honestly look forward to, and be willing to do, then I will isolate myself from the people around me. Unsure of how I'd go through with that but it'd either be to not answer calls, ignoring conversationattempts or doing something so terrible everyone ended up hating me.

But as I said earlier, don't worry. This is the gloomy me and therefor unreliable and is nothing to worry about. Honestly :P .

Annons

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January 2010