i have no other way out. i have too much. overload. cant drink.. cant cut... i will go to jail. cant think. need a way out. this is last resort... tomorrow will not be a better day. maybe i will be here, maybe not. but it will not be better either way. i dont want this life... i want the next one. or the next, or the next. just not this one. no matter what i do... it is never good enough. i always fuck it up. just like suicide. i will fuck that up too. i will never be happy.