
iwashere
Member
- Jun 2, 2025
- 9
Hi! I'm a new member. This is just a ramble… a mind dump. Just some things on my mind. All my life I've been suicidal, more seriously in the last 3-4 years. When I started college two years ago, I met my roommate. She was your typical sorority girl and we got along so well! Genuinely my best friend. I remember I thought going to college was going to solve all my problems. No friends in high school? College! Couldn't find 'your people?' Don't worry, you'll find them in college! And at first, I did and it was amazing. But that feeling I was running away from slowly crept back and I was back to laying in my bed everyday wondering what the fuck my life even was. My roommate would come to my room and she'd notice. One time she candidly asked me, "..do you want to kill your self?" and I just said yes. She gave me this look i've never seen before, like she was so heartbroken or like it was the saddest thing she's ever heard. She got me food. We talked. Then St. Patties Day 2023. It all falls apart. I get raped, we get into a huge argument which to make a long story short culminated into a video being passed around my college, my parents, neighbors and I getting harassed in the middle of the night for months by both my roommate and her friend, other randoms from the college. Genuinely the worst year of my life and if I had a gun I would've killed myself then. I'm just such a fucking pussy I could never do anything that has even the chance of failing or hurting. Too scared to jump from the top of a building, don't know how to properly hang myself and I don't want to deal with the stomach cramps when you take pills LOL I have a low pain tolerance…!!! Well guess what. Four months ago, my roommate killed herself. Shot herself at a boat launch. She went on vacation over winter break with her friends, and while she was on vacation her boyfriend back home killed himself. Nine days later she did the same thing. Despite the fact that I was as actively planning how I'm going to figure out how i'm going to do this, I find out that my roommate died. If anything this has only catalyzed and solidified the plan in my head, my mind hasn't been clear in the last year but especially the past 4 months. I don't think I was ever as close to doing it as I was the night I drove to the water tower in my town. Only thing that stopped me was the fact that it wasn't tall enough—and I need to ensure it's a height that it's absolutely unsurvivable. At this point i'm obsessively planning, scouting buildings, reading experiences, finding medications, figuring out who has a gun. All of it. And it's not her fault at all but what it really made me realize was that this is what I have to do. I'm itching for a trigger or just some impulse so I can finally throw in the towel. Because when I'm in mode, i'm in mode and nothing will change my mind. I've honestly just been hoping for something really bad to happen to me so I can just say fuck the gun and get enough guts to do a method i'm scared to use. God dammit if only I had a gun.