boonieghoul
Well-known member
Well, I came as close as I have ever come, in my entire life, to ending my life today. I walked down to the rocky coast of the Bay of Fundy, sat down upon a broken, abandoned brick wall, and stared out at the deep, inviting waters. The fog was rolling in, and it would not have taken much to just pick up a chunky length of building material, abandoned on the gravel and sand, and walk out until my chin was lapping water, then just fall forward and let the heavy piece of wall hold me down until I was done breathing.
I sat there for almost three hours, writing on the wall with a chalky rock, listening to the foghorn echo in the stillness, and deciding will I or won't I? Many things went through my mind: arguments for and against, thoughts about my situation, on and on. Finally, obviously (since these posts do not get posted by ghosts ), I dropped the rock, breathed deep of the cold Atlantic fog, turned away from the Bay, and came home. I decided to give this crappy life one more roll of the d20 dice, and see if there's a solution I haven't considered, a path I missed. I hope I can find it, because that beach is only a ten minute walk away, and now, I know the way.
I sat there for almost three hours, writing on the wall with a chalky rock, listening to the foghorn echo in the stillness, and deciding will I or won't I? Many things went through my mind: arguments for and against, thoughts about my situation, on and on. Finally, obviously (since these posts do not get posted by ghosts ), I dropped the rock, breathed deep of the cold Atlantic fog, turned away from the Bay, and came home. I decided to give this crappy life one more roll of the d20 dice, and see if there's a solution I haven't considered, a path I missed. I hope I can find it, because that beach is only a ten minute walk away, and now, I know the way.