Another shit day. And another. And another. But do you ever hear me complain about being alone? Of course not. I know I’m better off alone than giving the monsters who call themselves the human race more opportunities to hurt me. But I do complain about the fact that I have to be alone but it’s not enough to stop the monsters who call themselves the human race from hurting me even though it’s a terrible price I pay. To make them stop hurting me I need to die. It’s an even more terrible price but I’d pay it gladly and gratefully so that I no longer exist amongst the monsters who call themselves the human race. The only way I can stop them from hurting me is suicide.