The Final Countdown

Ah my beloved pistons used this music in the 80s when i was just a little suicidal maniac. Im hoping this is actually my final countdown for life. The last 60 or so hours before it ends. Im pretty relaxed. As a veteran suicide chicken i know that happens. You’re at piece with your decision and then when it comes to do it survival instincts kick in. Whether or not i die has everything to do with whether or not i can override my survival instincts its that simple. My life is valueless and lonely and old. Im so tired of attempting. Of being the only thing i have. Of being on the outside looking in on everything. Of working jobs i hate and veing too tired and miserable to better myself. Of being to ugly akward and uninteresting to be loved. Of being so out of touch and angered by pop culture that everything angers me. Of spending my whole life in a room alone. Death oh wonderous death. Its the only gift we are given. The ability to end it all