I have a full ******** tank, and a bag, and some duct tape. I am so tired. The meds, the alcohol, and the therapy….no help. I’m 38 and my mother died 3 days ago 13 years ago. I have a 4 1/2 year old son, who I’ll miss the most, but in the end, I’m only going to screw up his life too. I’ve never been able to keep a job for more than 2-3 years. You know, everyone is human and everyone should have compassion for others. I am different, I get that. But, I am intelligent, have a lot to offer, and no one really cares. Goodbye cruel world, I’m leaving here today.