Is it sad that I’ve come to the point of knowing who I want to give my things to if I actually go through with killing myself? I don’t really have much to my name, anyway, so it doesn’t really matter. 

I’ve thought of all the different ways of killing myself that I’m currently able to do. Ways to where it would be too late regardless of someone found me. I’m just so tired of being here. I’m so tired of being alive.