It's over. I can't go on. The pain is too great. I'm ending it now. Life is just an unbearable pile of garbage and I sick of it's putrid smell. Every fucking moment I breathe is agony. FUCK YOU , world! You won't have me to kick around anymore!
Boo fuckin' Hoo! Holy shit! Apparently a couple of you readers actually thought I was considering killing myself! Wrong!! Despite how low I was feeling during my "down time" I never ONCE considered doing a Corbain. I'm far too awesome to do such a thing! Suicide is for pussy angsty teens and dumbasses who can't handle the pain that is LIFE.
Actually... what I was planning on doing was in a way, far, far worse... At least with suicide, you're at peace and your pain is over. This particular plan of action would've resulted in a never ending cycle of pain, shame and torment that would only intensify with each passing day, thus resulting in a shattered, gibbering, drooling, frail husk of what barely passes as human standing where a rather incredibly awesome man used to be.
Thank God that my friends were able to pull back from the brink of chaos!
Nice to know that I always have back up whenever I'm not feeling as awesome as usual. Now that my head is clear, I now know what I have to do and I've already taken the first steps.
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