i think about suicide multiple times a day, but without the depressing connotation. they're just the simple ideas of "what if's" floating around my head, like just laying down on the tracks as the automated train arrives, or downing painkillers and cutting open an artery on my thigh and letting it bleed. i don't feel sad or impotent, it's just this compulsion to "do it".
Also, that's gotta be a hilarious insta-post lol.