Not sure what to call it, I never do. Like so many of my other posts here, I return to you once again drunk. I've come to realise that its the only time that I can both accept how broken I am and speak out about it. (Not a healthy habit yet here we are.) I've come to the realization of a few different things here lately. Firstly, I hate people. I'm not talking specific people, but rather just people in general. And yet, I let what they say and thing get to me. I just hate the general mindset of people, The feeling of I'm better tham you. I'm just sick of all the hate. Call me a hippy if you will but im tired of it. It Makes me want to disappear into the middle of the desert. Second, the the idea of me dead is a nice one. That being said, I dont wan't to die for a number of reasons. I'm not looking to kill myself or have myself killed. The Idea of just having everything taken off, All the stress. All the responsibility gone. Seems pleasant. I'm just done.