Sometimes the easy way out is so appealing.

Nothing matters. My life is shit and agony and just being a resource for others to consume.

I'm 37, my youth is at its end, and no matter how much money I make my family gobbles it up.

Fuck everything. I hate myself. I hate myself for my abject self loathing.

Sometimes the easy way out is so appealing sounding. Then my family could just get my insurance money..

I'm safe. I'm not going to do anything...but my mind wishes I would.