My life has gotten so fucking terrible lately, it’s funny just because of how ridiculously horrible it is. I’m finally ready to die, and have figured out a way to kill myself. I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the year 2020, and everyone else would be better off without me.
I know people would miss me and cry over me and shit, but I hold everyone back, and that’s just a fact you can’t avoid. I have suffered almost every mental illness that exists, and I feel like I’m in a point in life right before death: I know I’m about to die, so I almost take a little comfort in it, and become a little crazy. It’s like people dying from hypothermia: right before they die, they feel warm, almost hot, that they try to bury themselves in the snow. That may not make any sense, but whatever. Fuck it, I’m going crazy.
See yall in the afterlife, cuz I’m so done with my bullshit life. The amount of tragedy, heartbreak, heartache, guilt, and regret I’ve endured is ridiculus. Haha.