It's the second day. My abdomen hurts.
It's a good sign that the poison is taking effect. I'm spending the night drinking coffee and smoking. Haven't talked to anyone recently.
Now I feel lonely.
Such a cruel world deserves a cruel ending. Though it sounds tragic, it's also metaphorical.
You might not understand it right away, but sooner or later you will.
But what am I even saying? I'm just a dropout.
Soon I'll be dead, but it won't matter because I'll be truly happy.
I feel tired even though I didn't do anything much. This body won't last long I guess.
My decaying body, my shattered soul, and my faded emotions doesn't make sense but fits perfectly for me.
All my life I have suffered. People might say that I'm not the only one who's suffering, but I don't care. This is my life, this is my choice.
I simultaneously want to sleep but can't sleep. My body aches all over the place, and my mind is wavering. I feel hazy, dazed and confused.
What if I wasn't supposed to die? What if there's something good that's about to happen?
This is a trap.
Hope is evil.
If you ever get caught hoping, there will only be suffering ahead.
"Keep your chin up." "Cheer up"
Easier said than done.
One can't cheer up without anything good happening.
But always try to remember those who will mourn for you.
But who am I to say that? I'm just a big hypocrite.
Now I have nothing to say anymore.
This was too short, but this is all I could come up with.
Thank you for listening, please enjoy your life while you still can.
