I offer nothing, I offer so little - let’s do it and finally commit suicide. With some luck I will be gone in the morning. I’m sick of being this person and cursed to this revolting body and this gross incapable brain. I can’t work I can barley socialise to any degree of success. Only thing I can failsafe to is death, surely that’s realistic isn’t it? I don’t get these wondrous romantic feelings that other folk do, and I don’t also get this workplace success - I have a broken family, and my friends, I pity because they reckon I will get somewhere in life. I’m tired of this. I want out. I have drank so much tonight and I think I need more, surely it is the right thing to do, I want to kill myself. I went to die. I want to make this known.