9/21/2013

Someone. Anyone,
Kill me. Please.
Put me out of this misery.
Now, would be the perfect time to blow, an aneurysm.

Wow, that almost rhymes. The thing is I am not trying to be poetic. I am merely trying to convince myself that continuing to breathe will be worth it.  Its eerie how fast I can see my own end hurtling down on me.