I want to kill myself. Simple as. I hate myself so much and I know, in order to improve the lives of those around me I must die. There’s some fancy new bridge opening soon near my home. I’m planning on making the opening ceremony something to remember. Lol.
People always say there’s something out there to live for. But I’ve hung around enough times before. I tipped away a lethal conconction full of pills, bleach and other household cleaning products once to give myself another chance. Then I tried to jump out of a window, only I got stuck because I’m so fat. But this time I am going to do it. Lol.
What point is there in living? I am only living so I can procreate then die. But then the offspring would only live for the same reason. But its not living really, only existing. There is no real reason to live. None at all. Fact.