I don’t have a set date, but I finally have all the material needed to carry it out. I’d dare say that I’m actually excited about it; it’s like I’m planning for a vacation that I won’t come back from, nor would I want to. As of lately, I’ve thought more of the proper location for this event. Apparently, there are quite a number of choices, but I thought somewhere out in nature would be nice. Typically, in my previous experience, when I discuss suicide among those who are also contemplating it, it seems to be mostly born from a feeling of dread and doom, but for me, it means freedom, so I have a difficult time relating. At times, I think of their reason for wanting to resort to suicide as being an impulsive reaction to an immediate situation, but for me it is something planned and prepared. I’ve been planning my suicide for decades. I’m in my thirties now. If a freak accident doesn’t kill me first, I know I will at some point.