I wouldn’t call myself “suicidal,” I’ve never tried to take my life or self harm before but I’m also feeling voided with what my life is supposed to be filled with. I have great friends, a good family, I have support and I’m at the big age where the world is my oyster. Sometimes though whenever I was outside or it was late at night and I was vulnerable I wished someone murdered me. I mean, killing myself would hurt everyone and they’d have me to point fingers at and worry about how they couldn’t stop me…but if someone else took my life, there’d be more anger than sadness. They’ll mourn duh, but they’ll direct more anger at the perpetrator and maybe use that fuel to find another passion in life. I know they’ll miss me but, it would suck more to lose someone to suicide than murder, wouldn’t it? I don’t know. If I was murdered I’d hope I was shot. It’s not like I *want* to die but I don’t think I’d care either way if I’m alive or not.