When I can’t find another and run out of savings in a few months, that’s when Ill kill myself.
Honestly did a bit of a trial run last night, fastened a bag over my head and snuggled my stuffed animals on the couch to see what it would be like. It’s definitely something I can go through with if/when it comes to it. Taking other steps to make life less unbearable first, hence the title. I don’t really see my life ending any other way though tbh, just more of a question of when. If I’m lucky, it’ll be when the climate change induced famine prices me out of being able to eat and I chose not to starve. Anyways, sorry for making you read this. Fuck.
Hypothermia on a snowy night will be my way to go. Alcohol dilates the blood vessels, so you don’t feel the cold. Make sure to pick a spot that’s not too crowded, so your corpse can rot a bit in the spring, before being found.
Certainly beats getting hit by a train, which I witnessed a few years ago.