Well it baout that time. Get a motorcycle and drive into the forest get as drunk ask i can and hang my self. I knew its been coming. My statement has always been the same. Sorry i wasn't good enough for this world. Sorry i wasn't good enough to understand how to function. I don't want sympathy. I want to express a deep regret at my inadequacy. Maybe be excused from my failing regarding others and there exceptions or hopes. I'm a loser. Dying is a gift. The prospect of dying Is my present. Building up the strength to go ahead and do it. Mostly opportunity, but shit its so taxing to live. So taxing that sometimes you can forget what your losing. People say its hard to live, easy to die. Well show me how. Naw you breath without thinking. conscientious Death. Con - scientious aware of the con. making a decision. If we live inside a simulation. Its a jail. A cell.