44 Hours to go…

Well, last night I very nearly got talked outta it without the person even realising just what they had achieved, just a friend however their words made a big difference. Actually I did get talked outta enough to actually think about having a party sunday afternoon. Today however has just shown that staying is just a dream really, this world is something I really do not want to be a part of. As the clock ticks down I am hoping to see a really good friend tommorow for drinks, and then I have done everything I want to do.

I still need to get my living will n last will signed but plenty of time for that… And thats just to stop my parents getting anything cuz that would suck. I’ve also left my wishes for funeral music, and as I’ve always threatened its the Highway to Hell/Stairway to Heaven combo cuz I’ve simply got no idea which way I am going to go.

Am I going go out as just another statistic? I’m not sure yet, there are things I just feel need to be said, however it is the logistics that is the issue… I can’t get internet where I plan to leave this world, so its either write stuff early, or try and find a way to schedule it which means if I change my mind it will all be over. I dunno…

Suicide is not a weak option, it is you using your birth given right to choose when, where and how you wish to leave this world. No one should deny you that right. I have chosen my time, my place and my how. I just hope that it remains sunny so that the last thing I see is true beauty.

43 hours 12 minutes…