now this is not a suicide note. This is just a post. don’t spazz up and start making a post about messaging me and telling me things. gosh~~
When my mom told me that I WOULD take up nursing as my course, I thought of killing myself. I just don’t want to take up nursing! It’s not my thing. My thing is writing. I live to write. Whether it’s short or long, informal or formal, I don’t care as long as I write. So the thought of not being able to take up Journalism devastated me.
As I was thinking of ways to kill myself, I thought of three things: gun, pill, knife. I also thought of the possible pains and stuffs about these three things that I could use.
- Gun- I know where to get one but it’s painful! >.<
- pills- like where can I get these pills? yeah right, pharmacy. :)
- knife- painful ~~
so see, it’s painful. I was also thinking about this one. So I told myself, if I kill myself, I’d commit a sin and my family would cry. It would also cost them a lot of money for the wake, foods for the visitors, morgue, funeral, etc.. But if I’ll open this up to my friends, maybe they can help me convince my parents. :) if they can’t, then I’ll just study Nursing, but while studying, I can still write :) I still have my blog to continue my passion. :)
so I’m here right now, alive and breathing, will take Nursing for college but I won’t stop writing. :)) thank God I didn’t continue my thoughts. I could have regretted it :)
p/s: my reason for suicide is sooooooooooo petty