SEVEN! SEVEN! SEVEN is… something? BLAHG about how seven years ago I tried to unalive myself because today is the anny. I used Danzig font because I like making Danzig themed jokes.
On April 29, 2018 I said, “ight, I’ma head out.” You’re reading, or not reading my BLAHG so I guess that means I couldn’t find the damn door. Classic Damien bullshit, I even fucked up trying to off myself and ended up with a $500 ambulance bill and a massive headache. It’s been seven years. I think I can make awful and distasteful jokes about it now right? Like good thing I wasn’t depressed over being in debt… I’ve made jokes about it, I’ve talked about it, I’ve added elements from what got me there in all of my work, so now what? I dunno. I feel like at some point I should prolly shut the fuck up about it, but I don’t want to. There’s a serious issue in our world with people NOT talking about feeling the way I felt because they feel ashamed. I will continue to talk about my attempt, and life after, every time it’s relevant. If just one single person sees me talking about this with zero shame, maybe they won’t feel as bad approaching friends? We go to war on these apps for peopl...