I want the end to arrive so badly. I don't do anything but annoy people, get in others' way, and fuck up everything I attempt. I have absolutely no reason to live and I'm really pissed at my parents for carelessly and selfishly bringing me into this world and my mother constantly guilt-tripping me into staying instead of me making the BEST decision for myself and the planet by ending my own life and respecting that. At this point, not even my family can stop me now. Even my own grandmother living in Hawaii hasn't made any attempt to contact me, but she did with my brother. That, and me being a 24 year old virgin with a gay-sounding voice is telltale sign enough that I'm not fit to live or reproduce or even lose my virginity in any way beyond "beggars can't be choosers." Hopefully very soon, I'll finally muster up that courage to leave my final letter to the world and go out like a samurai who failed his mission. Nature's telling me life's not gonna get any better, and I may as well do my bucket-list stuff and end my life asap afterwords. I'm just saying don't expect me to be on here much longer... it's the best, most logical decision for the sake of this planet and the people living here that I die.