I Attempted Suicide
A while back, about 2-3 years ago I made a half-assed attempt at suicide. It wasn't thought out, more like spur of the moment.Not that I did not want to commit suicide. I did.
My problems weren't major in any way, shape or form. My girlfriend and I separated, but we were still friends. That was fine for me. Then out of the blue she stopped calling me back, etc. ... That was the event leading up to the suicide attempt, but certainly not the cause. I would hate for her to feel that important ;) Still, the attempt was made and I was foolish enough to leave a message on her machine saying what I did. Thank god she contacted my sister-in-law, who kept her mouth shut.
For a while I was done with suicide. I decided I'd try living. Nowadays I'm tired of trying. Again, I don't have any problems besides having it a bit rough financially. (I still manage quite easily) I've just always had this feeling that I'm obsolete. I know people would miss me. Not a lot of people, but some I'm sure. It's just that I feel that I'm not doing anything with my life, so I'm using up space. Space I'm stealing from other human beings. People who do want to live.
I wish I had the guts to put a knife to my throat, sadly all I can do is bringing pain to the people around me.
My problems weren't major in any way, shape or form. My girlfriend and I separated, but we were still friends. That was fine for me. Then out of the blue she stopped calling me back, etc. ... That was the event leading up to the suicide attempt, but certainly not the cause. I would hate for her to feel that important ;) Still, the attempt was made and I was foolish enough to leave a message on her machine saying what I did. Thank god she contacted my sister-in-law, who kept her mouth shut.
For a while I was done with suicide. I decided I'd try living. Nowadays I'm tired of trying. Again, I don't have any problems besides having it a bit rough financially. (I still manage quite easily) I've just always had this feeling that I'm obsolete. I know people would miss me. Not a lot of people, but some I'm sure. It's just that I feel that I'm not doing anything with my life, so I'm using up space. Space I'm stealing from other human beings. People who do want to live.
I wish I had the guts to put a knife to my throat, sadly all I can do is bringing pain to the people around me.