Today I thought about doing myself in. The quality of my existence is at an all time low. I never feel good anymore. My condition varies, in an extreme fashion, from one minute to the next. Literally. I have no desire to begin any project. I can't even seem to put away my clothes (not like me - well, the me I used to be). I'm 50. I'm out of work. I have no one to love me. I haven't had fun in years.
I'm afraid of dying.
I dunno. I'm going to stop here.
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