Maybe not today. Maybe not tommorow. I'm thinking Friday. But if it doesn't happen Friday I know it is only a matter of time before I finally do it. It might take days, weeks, possibly months. But I can't see myself surviving another year. Not one more year of this meaninglessness, loneliness, suffering, and failure. There's no point. No point at all to this struggle we call life. There are 6 billion people on this planet and they all think they are important. Guess what? They're not. Not a single one of them means anything. We all just happen to be born and eventually we all die. Why wait? Why should I bother staying alive? Just to watch everything die? Just to search and question and never find any answer? Every day I'm alone thinking these things and I know nothing will ever change. I cannot convince myself that there is any reason to go on.