I can’t remember the last time I was this unhappy. I can’t remember the last time I was happy.

I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I am sure of only one thing. I would not be where I am today if money was not as important as it is. I hate this city. I don’t have any friends and I don’t have a life outside of work. Its a really shit thing.

Suicide is unfortunately, not painless.

Fuck, just when you think things cannot get worse, they go and do.

Ain’t nothing else matters. I have three choices. None of which are appealing. I don’t know what to do.