Why do I keep getting these thoughts? It’s not like I’ve seriously considered offing myself for a year now. Yet it happens. It just comes back. Images of my twisted hon corpse being obliterated by a train, crows pecking out my eyes while my carcass sways from an old tree, taking an overdose and closing my eyes…
I don’t want to die anymore so why does my head do this to me?
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I was drawn to the morbid ever since I was a kid. I liked hanging out at cemeteries and drew pictures of decomposing bodies lmao. Imagine an elementary school kid drawing corpses. I guess there’s just something wrong with me.