So. I think I’ve come to the point where I have concluded that I’m done. Done with life and existing. I’m just tired, so so tired of being ill, being a bother and a hassle to everyone.

I dont have a date in mind. I just feel ready. Ready for when that moment comes and I’m okay with that. I’m not angry. I’m not upset. I’m not manic. I’m just tired.

So. Thanks for the memories.