thqoeraway

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by thqoeraway 3y ago
And there in lies a bit of a problem. I could probably be 'cured', if I had any particular desire to be cured. Or perhaps put more into programmer terms; this is a feature, not a bug. I've had decades to look inward and ponde
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by thqoeraway 3y ago
I think it's a terribly fragile thing to tie one's life to. Say I were to give you cup of water, made of the most fragile glass to ever exist, and asked you to hold it. I'd imagine that it would be fine for a few minutes or e
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by thqoeraway 3y ago
This is been there I think since childhood. And I am far closer to being middle aged now then I am to days of my adolescence. If this is a phase, it is one with incredible staying power.
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by thqoeraway 3y ago
I think you made a slightly poor choice of words; I am waiting. I've done nothing but wait in a waiting place. Waiting in a chair, waiting for a sign. Waiting and wondering when it will be my time. Pitiable attempt at bad poetry aside,
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by thqoeraway 3y ago
Honestly, it was what was within arms reach that I knew would work. It wasn't as if there were an elaborate master plan to execute. If there were, do you believe I'd be here talking about it? Though... I won't deny the possib
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by thqoeraway 3y ago
Some sort of fight I think, the details of which have long vanished into irrelevancy. Though it was not as if it were a light bulb that was switched off. It was a long road to that junction in my life. Do you remember your first words that
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by thqoeraway 3y ago
There's not much of a story to tell that's not been told a billion times over. I wake, go to work, go home, browse, go to bed, repeat. The stress of life is there, tense moments where my teeth grind loud enough to hear. But is th
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by thqoeraway 3y ago
How unfair would that be to that someone? Having to bear the burden of being the sole reason for another to live? I spent years deliberately and intentionally slowly distancing myself from every friend, every acquaintance, until my existenc
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by thqoeraway 3y ago
More then a decade I made the decision to kill myself. Came within a few millimeters from succeeding. My mother caught me in the backyard wearing a sweater and jeans drenched in gasoline with a lighter in my hand. My mother was never really