I m********* because no one’s standards are low enough to f*** me. My p*** habit pushes me to further and further depths of depravity. I will die alone. I secretly suspect that I am destructive by nature, and that the best thing I could do for the people around me is to disappear. I wish someone would just kill me, since I don’t seem to have the strength to do the job myself. I never meant to hurt anyone. I really did intend to be a force for good in this world. Turns out I was always going to bring misfortune to those around me. My current plan to is let go of this life on my birthday this year. I’d like to think I have a lot of good byes to say, but I don’t. My family lives far away and doesn’t much miss when I’m not around. I’m not sure anyone would notice I was gone until they missed me at work. I hold no place of importance in anyone’s life. I am really alone. If you could get hurt, just for knowing me by chance, wouldn’t you want me gone too?