I had a relatively good upbringing. Compared to what some other people on this site have had to go through, I have had an easy life. I have a loving wife and loving children. My children are what keeps me here.
But I hate that I exist. I have never hated anyone enough to murder them. Except for myself. I have constant fantasies of different ways to destroy my body. Those fantasies bring me peace.
I was halfway to a big city last night where I was going to jump from the top of a tall parking garage. A sign over the freeway told me that there […]