I need a gun, i cant think of any simpler way of going quickly and the most painless,…i just want to escape ….if i had a gun i would be dead, would have been dead a long time ago. Everyone in the world cant even be around me because i bring them down with my awkwardness and futile deep deep deep deep dark dark dark dark depression,…i just want to escape or DIE . even my family cant stand me anymore, they cant understand that the reason i seclude myself is because i will bring them down with me. Its for their own good that I stay away, my pain and past memories wont stop for even a moment