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Ever have one of those days when you wish you had a nice, solid .357 Magnum so that you could just say FUCK YOU to the cruel world and blow your own brains out? In the grisliest, bloodiest, most painful looking fashion so that everyone would be absofuckinglutely clear on how much you hurt inside. Let your feelings out, don't keep them bottled up inside. How true. If I couldn't get images of my poor mother being devastated out of my mind, a nice bloody suicide would be a terribly attractive option right now. A big FUCK YOU to fate which led me to where I am now--this godforsaken fucking SHITHOLE far away from my family--and I'm a fucking failure at everything and I've proven that I can't take care of my fucking self, locked into an impossible situation and too many people to try to work out pathetic deals with. IWANT TO DIE I WANT TO DIE DIE ID DIE IDIE DIEDIDIE DI Έ´I´IÎIΈ´ˆ´ˆç´