shewasdignified
Sunday, March 25, 2012 // Sunday, March 25, 2012
What's so weird about death or suicide? I mean, what's so scary about dying? To not feel anything forever, isn't it wonderful?
You know, they say, death is a sweet yet bitter thing. When someone young dies, they always say "But she/he was too young." When someone commits suicide, they regret all the things they could have done to stop them. But you see, DEATH is an inevitable thing, suicide isn't.
Many a times I've thought about killing myself. . . but I lack courage. I could jump off a building anytime. . . I'm not afraid of heights, I'm not afraid of falling down but I'm afraid of my head crashing against the concrete floor and scattering to pieces. . . and the pain that comes after it. What if I fail and end up in the hospital?
But, people do love me, I suppose. I'd be selfish to say nobody cares about me because surely someone out there does. It's not like I've had it too hard . . . my life is just so . . . ugh.
I've no reason to die tbh. But I've no reason to live. So basically I just exist till god decides to take me away . . . hopefully soon.
They say the world ends in 2012. *shrugs shoulders* Maybe it really does.
"I hate you." "Well get in the queue sunshine, I hate myself too." -- Cherrybomb.
Things to be positive about: Doctor Who series 7, Sherlock series 3 outttt
I should stop having all these morbid thoughts in my mind.
Hai the name's Savita. Someday I'll be great and/or admitted to Hogwards but till than I'm spending my life in Swiss Cottage Secondary School.
A daydreamer