Your words eased my pain in my time of need. I missed visitation with my son again today. Partly because of my reactions and anger.
Sorry to my parents that I’m angry. My family was taken from me and you’d rather judge me for my faults than be happy that I toughed out this loneliness as long as I did. I miss my son, and I miss my pug.
Sorry, I guess I’m just a coward, but I give up. I hope you’re all proud of what you’ve done.
Loaded Sig Sauer P250, hollow point 9mm Luger round, aiming for the roof of my mouth/tonsils, wish me luck. This ends tonight.