just when you think things might be improving, life beats you down again- as always, it’s my fault; nothing new there. I’m just tired of living, trying to do so much for everyone else. Every night I hope it’s the last time I go to sleep, but I’m sure I’ll be disappointed again tomorrow morning.
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i apologize for posting again, but there seems to be so much I have to get off my chest. I was thinking about a friend of mine that died a little over a year ago, and how I envy him. I believe in God and Jesus, and I think that killing myself would not end in hell, but in heaven. I just want the worry and stress to end. Every day it seems to be worse; I hate waking up in the morning knowing it’s another day of the same. I know I’m a disappointment to my wife, she’s not shy about letting me know […]
It doesn’t matter what I do, it’s always wrong. No mater what the motivation, it’s always wrong and I catch hell for it. Never get a break, but always expected to support my “significant other”. I always have to see her side of everything, nobody ever sees mine or cares about mine. I’m leaning toward one shot to the heart to get it over with.
The day I am dead will be the happiest day of my life. Can’t happen too soon.