got weed, got high, got an odd job to do today to earn the funds for a bigger weed stash, and none of that changes a thing... it's still suicide summer 2026, josh. it's time to enjoy the last of your days and get this over with
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got weed, got high, got an odd job to do today to earn the funds for a bigger weed stash, and none of that changes a thing... it's still suicide summer 2026, josh. it's time to enjoy the last of your days and get this over with
went back to clear the blog out and read my old vent posts, and holy fuck, i really forced myself through another whole year of misery and whining and wanting to die. just through sheer weed smoke and inability to find the strength to kms.
not again. never again. suicide summer 2026
a family that doesnt like me or want me around half the time, and like three friends left who dont even try to reach out anymore bc they know ill happily ignore them. perfect state to die in.
i love being depressed and suicidal in secluded silence. i can talk and post however much i want about wanting to slit my throat open and die, and there's not a single person around to make me feel bad about them feeling bad about my feelings like lmao fuck off with that stupid ass shit
knot on the side of my head and a kink in my neck
sleeping well, waking up, and getting high doesn't change a damn thing. i still have to kms.
my death has been fifteen years in the making. it's time to finally achieve it. im so fucking excited to die, it makes me so happy to think about not being alive anymore. more happy than any experience, person or high has ever made me in my entire life
suicide summer 2026
never talking to anyone ever again and going to start beating on these dogs to make them leave me alone and stop relying on me in preparation for suicide summer 2026. it's finally thankfully wonderfully time to die. no more venting. no more chicken shit cry baby bullshit. I have a deadline I need to die before it comes and I will kill myself soon
i want to kill myself so bad
just going to keep on and off punching myself in the head until I go brain dead or just die in general
oh death. oh sweet death. you're the only thing i need in this life. everything else is just a distraction
i love ghosting ppl. i love isolating. i love spiraling and self destructing and slowly working my way towards killing myself, without anyone else around to bitch and cry about it
it makes me so happy and warm inside when someone who was once trying to engage with me and connect and make their feelings on my well being my problem, finally cuts their losses and never contacts me ever again
beating myself in the head until my skull rings out in pain. I can't wait to kill myself with my own two hands
just fixated and obsessed with the idea that all i have to do is leave and walk off and i can die soon, never to be seen or heard of again. just a rotting corpse while people try to reach out to me or remember me or attempt to give af about me. and none of it will matter, because i'll be thankfully blissfully deceased
literally nothing in this life i want to do except die
i hate life so much. im so tired of waking up from sleep and not just being dead.