Fuckthisshit. Suicide is the most cowardly method to solve any freaking problem. Can you at least think about those who care for you first before such a decision is reached? I have always been so certain that those who feel that their life is their own to live is wrong. Lives intertwine. Be it family, friends, acquaintance, whatever. Living in this world, we don’t just have ourselves to answer to. We need to be responsible for others as well.
Every funeral I have been to, I feel the saddest for those mourning, crying their lungs out over the deceased. People who die no longer have a care in this world. No breathe, no thought. That is it. Everything is left behind. But for those who are left behind. That forsaken feeling haunts them every single day. Every morning when they wake up, every time they are reminded of that missing part of their lives. It is as if something is torn away permanently. Leaving a bleeding wound that can never be fully stitched up. Have you thought of that? Before you end your own life? That because you want to be relieved of whatever pain you are going through, you are willing to push them all onto your love ones. Letting them suffer for eternity, causing them to wonder if they were that insufficient to have been abandoned.
