So many times the thought of ending my life, the promise of sweet release and finally be free from all of this, seems so tempting. I don't know how much longer I can resist the urge to just slit my wrist using a razor. Or hanging myself from the ceiling. Or drowning myself in the bathtub. Or jumping from the rooftop. Or crashing myself into a passing truck.

It's just about time until I really lose it and finally go over the edge...