no matter the progress i seem to make regardless of how happy i feel and the more successful my life becomes in spite of all this when i lay my head down to sleep my first thought are always taking my own life i ve lost count of the time i ve imagined shooting myself through the mouth or taking a shotgun and blowing my head off into the lake these thought are persistent and nagging and feel a though with each passing day they become closer to reality i don t believe this will happen in the immediate future but it doe seem an inevitably that will happen in 0 year time i ve started to even think of a framework of how it should go write the letter say my last word to friend and loved one make confession to a priest set a firm date and decide on the method i wonder if by writing this i bridge the gap even further
no matter the progress i seem to make regardless of how happy i feel and the more successful my life becomes in spite of all this when i lay my head down to sleep my first thought are always taking my own life i ve lost count of the time i ve imagined shooting myself through the mouth or taking a shotgun and blowing my head off into the lake these thought are persistent and nagging and feel a though with each passing day they become closer to reality i don t believe this will happen in the immediate future but it doe seem an inevitably that will happen in 0 year time i ve started to even think of a framework of how it should go write the letter say my last word to friend and loved one make confession to a priest set a firm date and decide on the method i wonder if by writing this i bridge the gap even further
No importa el progreso que parece hacer independientemente de lo feliz que me siento y el más exitoso mi vida se convierte en a pesar de todo esto cuando pongo mi cabeza abajo para dormir mi primer pensamiento está siempre tomando mi propia vida he perdido la cuenta del tiempo que he imaginado dispararme a través de la boca o tomar una escopeta y soplar mi cabeza hacia el lago estos pensamientos son persistentes y molestos y sentir un aunque con cada día que pasa se vuelven más cerca de la realidad no creo que esto va a suceder en el futuro inmediato pero parece un inevitable que sucederá en 0 año tiempo he comenzado a pensar incluso en un marco de cómo debe ir a escribir la carta decir mi última palabra a amigo y querido uno hacer confesión a un sacerdote fijar una fecha firme y decidir sobre el método me pregunto si al escribir esto yo puente la brecha aún más