(The End Is now) Sash End.

Suicide. I am going to end my troubled life. The end is finally here, and it is Glorious.


I won't see you on the other side, fuckers, because I'm going straight to hell. Right where I belong.


Peace, the fuck, out.


Eternally, Sash.


...


It's been a while.


Maybe I have given up.


There is nothing for me here.


Hell awaits.


...


Desperation or acceptance.


Emotions are overpowering.


The pain is too much.


I cannot rest.


I have nothing left to give.


There is no sense.


It is not a surprise.


That I am so weak.


I can't continue.


I never wanted this.


...


I'm a prisoner in my own mind. No escape.





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