Every year is worse than the last. This year has the potential to be a whole new kind of devastating if I'm alive to let it. The whole worlds turned on me and I don't blame them exactly. I hate myself, the world is in agreement, and everyone wins when I die. I have always has my stupid reasons to stay around, but I no longer find anything that interests me. There's no way I can better my situation. When I die the world becomes a better place instantly, there will be celebration. Normally I wouldn't write on one of these sites for fear of who might see it, but it is no longer of importance to me. Looking down the barrel here in my final months, it's soon to be irrelevant what the haters think or say.