I've decided to do it. There's no turning back. I'm going to starve myself to something near death. Then, I'll overwhelm my emaciated body with a staggering amount of drugs and alcohol. This is my slow and silent suicide. That gives you about two months to lie to me- to tell me that everything will be okay. Well, it won't be. Because I'm in control now. Finally. I'll document my experience here. If I stop turning up, you can assume one of two things: 1.) I've lost control and am eating again. 2.) I'm gone. The second is unlikely because I think I will post before I do it finally. Suicide letter to all you people who don't know me. The first is unlikely because I've never been filled with this great of a desire to end it all, and to go out in artistic style. So you can count on me showing up now and again. I can't wait to be free of this dead weight: my body!