Lately I have been wondering when I will actually do it. Every time I think about it I just show myself that suicide is the route to pick. I could continue to live, go through life working some crappy job, living in misery. But I could just as easily stop right now. How can it matter, anyway? It doesn't. Not at all. Were I content in anything that would not matter so much. But since I'm not, there is really no other thing to do. I WISH I had an easy method, but I don't. I still need to do it soon, but without anything quick it leaves time to stop oneself.