I didn't know where else to go, and I feel like ultimately all this has been is an excercise in narcissism - something I'm fairly accustomed to doing on purpose, and sometimes (apparently) it spills into the accidental realm. Like I told Guido when he was thinking the same thing, I always go to the Lounge and make gay bear jokes and furry pictures when I'm feeling down.
I had a long talk with my girlfriend, who is the only person I always talk to about this, and she keeps reminding me to be strong but the fact is that I am in immediate danger of absolutely guaranteed death. I need big time help, and as much as the usual suicide diatribes make me want to seem like there's no hope, I have to selfishly build a safety net of friends who I haven't spoken to in years. Bluelight has been my only real source of support and probably saved my life quite a few times since before my first post date.
It's complicated, but my girlfriend has lived a very hard life and had to raise her sisters all by herself since the age of 14. She is such a good person and only with the help of my connections within the local community can she realize her dreams. Even if she was a total stranger, all I want is to do one good thing for someone who really deserves it before I go (I hate to word it like that). I wake up feeling fine, except for one problem - I am rationally and deliberately counting cash on hand and pricing weapons in the event that I don't have the patience for the rest of my sleep kit to come together. It is scary on a level I can barely feel anymore, but I still realize that something is terribly, terribly wrong with this thought process. I spend my time researching skull density in various places and the results of different types of ammunition. Angles, brain stem, everything is floating around in my head like a big math equation.
I am not scared to die, I am scared to live - and yes it's cowardly - but quite frankly in 100 years none of this will ever matter. It is just the pain and the emotional trap I will be setting for my gf that is holding me back like a giant stop sign, but sometimes I'm not sure it's enough because the selfishness takes over. I have a high probability of doing it even with my stop signs, and it is so hard to live my life like this: trying to think of plans for the future all the while having this contradictory element that knows suicide is eventually going to happen. It causes a mental stagnation that leads to the effects that autistic children experience - just siting for hours thinking of nothing and not even realizing the time is passing. I have to start reaching out today to people in Houston or I have no hope, it will happen without group intervention. I don't even think of it as sad anymore, just a chore to do - and this is not good by an objective standard, even though my rationale makes it seem reasonable.