I’m not joking, I’ve thought about it for a long time now and I guess it’s just the right moment. I have lost the last thing that brought me joy and I pushed them away myself, through this fucking mind parasite of a disease and I’ve come to terms with the fact that most bad things in my life are my own fault. I’ll take the week to say goodbye to some people and then it’s probably going to end.

I know it’s the time now, because for the past many years I’ve been falling, and every time I’ve hit rock bottom I’ve fallen another floor. But after I lost my anchor I realised I haven’t fallen further so I have now arrived at the end.

All of you out there reading this, please just know that I understand it can be an egotistical thing to do, but I have no one left who would care and I need to share with people to break the taboo of taking about this. 

So one question for y’all, what would you do in a week?