I don’t honestly know where I went wrong. I worked hard for the job, the house, the wife, the kids. And I don’t exist. I have no friends. I wander around and I am invisible. I am a waste of space, I should have succumb to the urges when I was a kid so I wouldn’t have to pretend to exist as an adult. Nobody gives a shit about me or anything I do. I’ve been depressed for a long time, and now the calling is too strong. I have it all planned out, so it looks like an accident. I’ve played it a million times in my head, and its simplicity is beautiful. XXXX<Mod Edit:Shades-methods> I know this doesn’t impact anyone here, I just felt compelled to have told someone before I’m gone.