Headaches are getting worse. I don’t give a fuck about anything. I stick around to play warface on on Steam with some guys I know. Because nothing “important” will hold my interest.
I can feel that my time is soon. Probably once I pick up a bottle of Maker’s from my ambassador barrel. That’ll be what I drink from when it’s time. Here’s to my 29th birthday. Come November, it can all be over. My smokes, my bourbon, my rope.
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Don’t end it.