I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bulls***. Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull s***
and squeeze, until the bed’s, completely red I’m glad I’m dead, a worthless f***in’ piece of s***. The stress is buildin’ up, I can’t,I can’t believe suicide on my f***in’ mind I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is f***in’ callin’ me. SICK AND TIRED OF THIS BULLS*** F*** THIS UNFAIR LIFE.