I’m done. I’m not going to kill myself tonight, maybe not even tomorrow. After Friday at the earliest when I get paid. So I can at least have a last meal. Even depraved psychos get a last meal right? So I don’t know when I’m going to do it. But as it seems I might not have a place to live after December or January.
I always wanted to write a novel, or some short stories at the very least. I never had any sort of delusion that they would get published or anything. But posting it online, maybe even have a half dozen of people […]