Satire About Suicide

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Suicide. It is what I think about all the time. It would just be so easy to end all the pain, self-hate and suffering I feel every day. No more depression or anxiety, I could just get rid of my emotions in a blink of an eye. I don’t know what would happen afterwards, but I do know it would be better than the battle I am currently living through every fucking day of my life. I am tired and done with living the way I am. I am living in constant hell that it slowly killing me and taking away everything I have ever worked for. So the real question is, will I keep fighting? If not, what would I do? I could go with hanging, suffocation, drowning, cutting, or even overdosing. I feel that whether I live or die is the only decision I can control. But …show more content…
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