Ceci n’est pas une vie

I know a lot of people here probably wonder how many people follow through with their plans, I am one of the ones who did not. I like to think of my self as the old man on the block yelling at kids to get off his lawn, a ‘back in my day’ esque thing. I doubt the people I had once known are here anymore but here I am, proud member of the ‘fuck this shit’ club since 2009. I’m back to complain of the recent hardships I face, which let’s face it are not important and quite frankly not worth fretting over. Now why not go to Facebook and whine there? I’m a strong believer in the fact that if you talk about how much you hate life or how much you fantasize about killing yourself to your /suicidal/ friends they get rather upset as this triggers them. So I’m back, after a beautiful year of freedom from all this I’m here to stay. Dark times for me and as of yet I don’t have a date set I’m quite certain this is it. There are loose ends I need to wrap up but until then,
Thanks For Reading,
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