TheIncelStaresBack
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- Nov 8, 2017
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I’m 31. I’ve tried everything, and all that came from it is now I know for a fact nothing will work. I have no more hope. This is all I can dwell on after I get home from work. For the past few weeks, I can barely do anything. I get home and lay in bed thinking about how fucking over it is.
The pain I’m going through is for nothing. I go to work and suffer only to come home and continue to suffer in my isolation. There is no point, and I’m quickly beginning to learn, firsthand, why so many men kill themselves in the 30-35yo bracket.
I do have my suicide note ready and my gun loaded. I hope to god I can do it soon.
The pain I’m going through is for nothing. I go to work and suffer only to come home and continue to suffer in my isolation. There is no point, and I’m quickly beginning to learn, firsthand, why so many men kill themselves in the 30-35yo bracket.
I do have my suicide note ready and my gun loaded. I hope to god I can do it soon.