I've made my suicide date. I don't think I've ever been more 'happier' and calmer about the few weeks of life I have left. On <edit mod total eclipse date taken out> I will attempt suicide. I can’t deal with all of this mental bullshit anymore and waiting a few weeks is going to do me in. Its going to cause everyone who knows me a whole lot of heartbreak. But human minds are like sieves, eventually you’ll all forget. But hey, maybe someone will be cruel enough to save me in time and that could give me the incentive to get better. But right now, I don’t have purpose. I don’t have incentive. I don’t have anything or anyone.