Intentions

For over 10 years I used to think that writing frees the soul. That anything I put down here actually means something. I've finally realized that it was all a distraction from me killing myself. Well I see through the lies. All coping mechanisms have failed. I am going into self destruct mode. The end is here. Come and get me.



I'll be killing myself soon. So there's that. 
When I die, put my ashes in the trash bag
I don't care where they go
Don't waste your money on my gravestone


Oh, and happy 100th post Ethan. Fuck.