I’m so sick and tired. Once again…..
….my last attempt was a failure. I’m a failure. I can’t keep going like this. I’m tired of meds, tired of the failures, tired of living.
I’m staring at a spot in my room that contains my exit strategy. I always kind of knew it would come to this. I’m ready.
I’ve lost my special person for me, I will never have another…nobody finds me attractive, I’m a loser with a shitty job that barely pays…I won’t live like this anymore. I’m tired of being the family washout.
It’s better this way. When I’m gone, there will be one less expense.