This isn't a joke post. Well, I guess it kind of is. I used to be a kind person who would occasionally have episodes of immense cruelty in which I could barely differentiate between dream and reality. 

I was going to kill myself in the hopes that it would atone for my awfulness. I gave myself a deadline of my birthday (2 days from now) to kill myself.

Now I realize, why should I kill myself when I can just continue with being a prick instead and embrace it fully? I dunno. Maybe I have a brain tumour or something. I just want to be dead.