Took me a long time, but I perfected my suicide method. The success rate is 99.9%. I left .1% off just because there could always be errors in anything. It’s aÂ really painful, yet accessible method of dying. The pain should only last about 3-5 minutes at most.Â I was just so proud of myself that I had to brag about it a bit here.
That being said, my life got worse. It’s still getting worse each day. I find myself more alone and desolate each day. The loneliness in my heart has sunk deep into my soul. The depression that has strangled me has tightened its grip. I’m garbage that needs to be disposed of. Something that no one wants to be near or with, only to be used and betrayed and lied to. I hate myself and I hate my life..