Ugh. Where do I start? My life is a total cesspool (sorry if incorrect spelling) filled with empty promises, hopelessness, fear, regret, grief, and lies. Why do so many people hate me? What did I do? If the ignorant douchebags in my life don’t give a crap about me, well, they will when Im dead. If i could see the consequences of my death, i would love too. I would like to see how everybody reacts. They probably wouldn’t care. Everybody already only cares about themselves. I am scheduling a date to take myself out. Should I? Or should I forgive the god awful people in my life and live it? I would love some feedback, because my opinion doesn’t matter. My knife is ready.