Message 01:

Everything had become unbearably harsh,

enough to make me think of the end.

Not because I wanted to leave,

but because staying had become intolerable.

The end appeared to me as a quiet possibility,

a final pause to this relentless performance called life,

where endurance lost its meaning

and each morning felt like an accusation.

It wasn’t fear that drew me to the idea,

but a strange, calm clarity—

a space where I didn’t need to pretend strength,

or explain the weight of my exhaustion.

When existence feels heavy,

and each day presses down harder than the last,

the end emerges—not as an enemy,

but as a silent question

waiting to be understood, not answered.