Seriously. 3 weeks ago for reasons you guys will just say tldr, i ate 99 sleeping pills and rigged my car up to pump the exhaust back in the car. I did this at 330am, woke up with a cops shaking me around 7am. Someone walking their dog early in the morning saw me slumped over in my car and called the cops. I should be dead, my car died after apparently an hour, it had half a tank. My body core temp was 105 or 6 i forget, an estimated 1.5min more in the car i would have had a body meltdown. The pills i ate along with 10mg xanax and some alcohol didnt do anything except make me hallucinate and trip balls for 3 days. It took 3 weeks for my liover to return to normal with no permanent side effects. My first idea was to blow my brains out with my 12 guage, i had the gun but could only find 20guage shells. Why did everything work out like this?

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tldr.

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thats the spirit guys! haha

Killing yourself is tricky

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tl;dr


srsly tho




because God hates you.

Nah i think its the opposite, i should be in hell. Seriously, all the fucked up shit i have done for years now should have been my key into hell. I guess all i can really say now is i told you i was hardcore.

My original idea was pretty original, tape a tire iron over my airbag and ram something going as fast as i can

That won't have fail. You should so that.