I started to plan my suicide in December. I've set the date, it's going to happen 21 January. There is no meaning of life, why don't we all just kill ourselves? I hate most people in this world... My family will miss me but life goes on. Soon everybody has forgotten. 90 % of life is misery, 10 % is happiness. It's not worth it. I'm going to prepare for death. How wonderful it will be, not to feel anything anymore. There is no reason for me to be writing this but... It's nice that someone, even if you will forget about it in 5 minutes, will know that my and many others life ended 21 January. Free at last! That's all I had to "say".