My death is going to be fast. I’m 25 now and I know that I’m not gonna live past 45.
gonna take a gun…go sailing, and blow my brains out.
i am so fucking lonely.
i hate life more than anything.
lately i’ve been thinkin that maybe i should do it sooner rather than later. why stick around? i don’t wanna hurt my family, but honestly, they would get over it.
i hate the world. i hate people. i hate everyone i’ve ever met.
everyone is a fucking back stabber.
i’d like to kill a few people before i go – but that would take too much planning and too much energy.
yea, my death will be fast. here one second. gone the next.