It has become so bad that I don’t think I will have to do myself in. My body will simply cease to function due to lack of will. Even the act of breathing seems too big of a chore anymore, and I pray with each breath that it will be the last. I only hope I suffer in the end. A quick demise would rob me of the only feeling I enjoy, pain. An excruciating death, the ultimate pain, please come for me quickly.