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Exactly.
That’s the only reason I’m still here, I wait for my parent to die. They were good for me, and they will never realy recover if I die first…
Ernest, you’re not alone in that. I waited for my parents, now I’m waiting for my nephew to establish himself. Then, maybe, there’ll be another reason to wait. A friend of mine once said that he avoided suicide by telling himself, “I have one more thing that I have to do today.”
It used to be that the only reason I didn’t kill myself was because my son’s dad is such a schmuck, I didn’t want to leave him to be raised by him… if he’d have been a decent person that I could trust to do a good job, I might have. Beyond that, though, I know it would break the hearts of my parents, which I don’t want to do. And, I now have a niece named after me, so that’s another reason I can’t do it… I don’t want THAT to be the legacy of her name.
Viel zu passend… warum habe ich den Link nochmal geöffnet? Ich geh schlafen… http://t.co/iRcmxy2I5E via @depressioncomix
I don’t know if I’m alone in this (or just a sadistic jackass), but I read this one more as “Yes, thinking about them suffering helped cheer me up a bit, because they all deserve it” or “That line of thought wouldn’t work because that’s what I’m hoping happens”, rather than “I wouldn’t want to do that to them”.
nobody ever notices me alive you want them to notice me dead? go away!