I'll CTB in the woods or mountains where nobody can find me. I'll bring all the equipment for SCUBA/nitrogen CTB, plus this bag of old letters and notes from girlfriends. I forgot I even had them. Some are as old as from 1984. I've found a lot of stuff as I'm cleaning out my lifeless, empty apartment. The notes will remind of the last times in life when I was blissfully ignorant and happy. I'll burn all of them after reading them. I'll also take a few pairs of ex's panties because they still smell like her. When I throw those in the fire, I'll slap on the earbuds, listen to music for a while, and turn on the nitrogen before the sun goes down. Just hope everything works smoothly.