I'm sitting at the place where I'll kill myself when the time comes. Yeah, I've picked the location and the method. Just not when. It's an odd comfort really. Knowing that there is a final way out when it all gets too hard.
Feeling exploited today. Every one seems to be using me as a servant. Just here to wait on everyone else.
Sick of it. When is my turn?
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