Any anger I experience soon dissipates into an uncontrollable sadness. Suicide is how I will rid the world of the scourge of my existence. All of my bitterness, regret, and anger I have for myself will be taken out through my death. Yet, I do not imagine that I will be angry in my last moments. Initially, maybe, but it will soon dissolve into a cascade of misery. Before, I never thought it was possible to be in so much pain for such a long period of time. I didn't think my mind could deteriorate to this extent. I am fundamentally broken, and nothing has fixed the pain. Suicide is an end to all of my despair.