02/04/2013

 I guess it’s been over a month since I wrote here.

I turned 26 a week ago.

I told myself that, if my life isn’t better in a year, I’m going to end it.  Just fucking end it.  Because I am sick to death of this shit.

And then I had one of the worst weeks ever. 

But I’m not going to whine about it.  Whining about it hasn’t fixed anything yet.

Last Wednesday, I nearly died in a car accident but I don’t really care.  I’m fine.  Still alive.  Thrilling.  Just thrilling.

If I believed in God, I might actually just pray for death.  But prayer doesn’t work any better than whining.  Really, it’s all amounts to the same thing.

I wish someone would just fucking kill me already, save me the damn trouble.