I, once again, was trapped in a cycle of despair. I don’t know when, how, or if I’ll ever be able to get out.
I miss the person who loved me dearly. I miss you mahal. Sorry mahal ko.
I’m losing my purpose. I have no motivation to get up anymore. Every day, I think of ways to die fast and sure. I don’t have any place up high to hang a rope. I’ve been researching, my other option was bleach ingestion. But it’s not lethal. Cyanide is lethal but it’s illegal to obtain. I don’t have money to buy a gun. I’ll be checking more infos about cutting jugular and carotid. It’s lethal but I need my knife sharp.