Every morning I wake up extremely disappointed that I am still here. I wake up thinking about suicide, about finding a sure fire way to do it. I want to go so much. There's no reason for me to be here anymore. I'm a burden, a waste of time/space/resources, a useless eater, a bit of trash that needs to be taken out. It would save the government money, the most important thing right now. My little corner of the world would be better if I was gone. I am extraneous. Please euthanize me, I am...
