I have thought long and hard about it. Have weighed my options and decided death is the most logical choice. I don't feel sad, depressed, or lonely. I just know I will die eventually and am tired of delaying the inevitable. I don't see the point anymore. I had wanted to find my answers of why we exist, but I've come the realization that it wouldn't matter. So I have planned for Saturday to be the day I cease to exist. Where my body will no longer function and life will end. I am not afraid of it. I didn't exist for billions of years and it wasn't bad at all. I suppose I should say goodbye like everyone else does, but I won't. The words we speak today may linger on, and their echoes may still be heard for generations, but eventually all voices are silenced.