u/FootballNegrito247

Never thought it would reach the point where I would put the belt around my neck and start hanging. I delayed it a little bit. Tightening my neck so I could actually breathe for a bit and eventually the belt slid off. It's been two days since and I regret not letting it happen. Years of constant pressure, loneliness, isolation. Years of failing. Years of rejection. Years of disappointing people including myself. Years of being told I ain't shit. Years of being told Im gonna end up a failure. There's been some good. Im grateful for them. But lately the bad has just been constant for the longest while. And I don't see it ever stopping this time. Hopefully the next time I decide to try to hang myself I succeed. Because I haven't felt like living for near a full year now. Nor have I found a reason to continue.