Batman said:*raises hand* The scary part is not knowing what's stopping you. Of having everything set up, and then just not doing it. Of being okay with death, and wanting to die, but just not going through with it. I could kill myself tonight and people would only be affected positively. So why am I still here?
I think suicidality benefits from impulsivity. Someone is more likely to go blotto in moments heated. With an impulsive response there's significantly smaller chance that hope will drag its claws into you. Hope is the potent anti-suicide.
'OMG I love my new shoes and these pastries are delicious, I want to LIVE!' Then a couple days or weeks or months later after your meticulously planned exit has gone kibosh you're back in ultramisery. Only now you feel like silly for again falling for Hope, and cowardly and like a failure for tossing away your endgame over some tasty treats, some fresh new kicks, and a ridiculous pipedream.
Hope is a wonderful-yet-corrosive drug. It feels good at the time, but later, when the high wears off, everything is really still the same (almost certainly worse, if only in minor ways, as time never ceases its catabolistic feast).
I wish I had some pastries. *le funk*