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So, due to circumstances beyond my control, coupled with my misanthropy and general disdain – and, frankly, disillusionment – towards life, I have decided to grasp control by harnessing the only means that can ease this stifling futility: suicide.
The plan?
Go to the doctors, get medication for depression (which I have; also i know what to say to get it). If it is not pushing my luck, I’ll also try for sleeping pills.
Then, during Christmas break, I’ll take a train down south to England: somewhere near the coast.
Find a picturesque, snow laden beach, with the icy water’s fingers caressing the rocks, take the whole bottle, […]