I overcame the fear…the idea of dying. I gained acceptance. I’m content with the idea of death. It will be much easier than life. Life is not becoming. Life is pity and filled with doubts. My dreams are so far off now. Thinking of the master plan…it would be ironic if it came naturally. Again, I’ll be in content. What’s the fastest way of killing yourself? To EXIST and not Live. I’m ready to die. My soul is dead. I have already died.
