Over the last few weeks it just seems to outweigh any other thought. Like how many ways can one end their life and make it seem like it’s ok. No one will miss me or give a fuck I’m gone. Isolation and loneliness are taking its toll and I’m just over shambling about this place with no genuine purpose or direction, like a zombie or ghoul. I have to move from the most badass place I’ve ever taken up residence and move back to my shithole of a hometown where Meth is king. I fucking hate it. I guess I’m retrospect I get what I deserve. So my only question is; extension cord or shotgun?

Don’t post the suicide hotline, I don’t care enough to call. Life is NOT grand so don’t give me that bullshit either.