needle

If I published this post, maybe I'm still alive.If I’m still alive, it means that I’m still considering a good way to kill myself.It’s incredible how many artistic bloody gore ways you can apply to yourself to reach the end. The fact we’re a big piece of meat with several weaknesses and a fragile anatomy can methods and can encourage more or less different paths to reach the same goal.I have absolutely clear that I do not want to leave a show more suitable for films of Tarantino and Rodriguez .Besides, I requested a card as a donor of organs. The fact that I smoked a little and stopped about five years ago, combined with the fact that I have never abused alcohol and I've never taken drugs, make that it would be a big waste having to throw in a container of organic waste entrails and organs of a nearly thirty-five healthy after all. (mind excluded)I also clear the fact of not wanting to suffer, the pain I'm feeling now is more than enough as a punishment for my mistakes.I also have to discard options that would allow my mind to rebel against my will and enter into a kind of survival mode.Throw myself from a very tall building, for example, it’s not feasible.I state that my first option is without doubt to inject oxygen into my vein.The one in my left arm. I’m right handed.