The time has come. I'm almost done throwing all my remaining possessions in my old suitcase. Its all going into a dumpster. I've lived such a strange life, it almost seems like a work of fiction. Luckily that will not matter anymore. "A permanent solution to a temporary problem." Permanent. That is what makes suicide so alluring for me. I can permanently remove myself from this ugly world and its maze of problems. I may not feel them anymore but it seems such things as love and happiness are not so easily forgotten. These have flown up high like clouds, where I can see them but never grasp them again. Tonight I embark on my last journey and my world finally comes to an end.