I am usually despite being suicidal and just generally fucked in the head a pretty fun person. I am very outgoing or at least the facade I pretend to be is. Lately the world has been kicking the shit of me and the snapping point is coming faster then I anticipated. I haven't even chosen my exact demise yet, nor secured a firearm for a proper vendetta rampage if the feeling should come over me. I am becoming tired and complacent. Its almost as I want the pain of having every item and possesion stripped bear. Having to fight for scraps so I can justify the end which i choose. I feel it may just come down to a coin flip. Heads I take out myself and spare the world a lot of grief and my family having trying to explain my actions to the public. Tails  I fulfil every desire and dark thought that has crossed my mind killing and torturing those who have wronged me in my life ending in a hail of bullets when the authorities finally find me. If your a tow truck driver I would be careful of the calls you take ;)