I've never thought so much about dying. I've never spent so much time wishing for it. Never have I been able to set a date. I've also never had so many reasons. I'm trying to take care of myself. I went to the doctor. He put me on Prozac. Then told me I have Diabetes. And I have to spend much more money on treatment for that. I told the doctor that I wanted to die. He said, "Give me a week to get you feeling better." It's been a week. And I can't hold on much longer. I'm scaring myself. I've been ready to go for so long now. And the sad part is, if I had the money, I'd be gone already.