I have spent the last week or so visiting family members and friends, and even though I am scared, I think I am finally ready. I just had my last meal, wasn't that great to be honest. I have cleaned my apartment, threw away all my trash and food that will go bad. Tomorrow I will make sure that my stomach is completely empty, so that I won't leave a mess, and also because what I am going to to works best if done on an empty stomach. I will take a shower, put on on clean clothes, lie down on the couch and listen to my favourite songs. After that, I will hopefully die without to much pain. I am not going to write a letter or a note, in the hope that my death will look like just a natural heart failure. So I guess this is my farewell letter. I hate the world. I hate humans. I hate myself. Goodbye.