My life is good but I have done some mistakes that's gonna blow my mind by the end of the year. I really didn't want to die but there's no other option for me. It's not a matter of choice. Fuck it, why does this have to happen with me?
I was thinking the same thing.
Only today I tied the rope to the tree I hope I gonna make it to die.
But I am content with the decision.
Because the alternative would not be better. When I get what others get? When I get what I want? I won't.
So, I reason it as a price to pay.
This is the price I have to pay to end it. So is fair.
I accepted the price and I will pay it.
I don't want it, I don't like it. But it must be done.