I want to die.  Like... sometimes I just want it so bad.  I wish I could get shot by a sniper or ran over by a car or drown in the bathtub or something.  I'm tired.  Life sucks.  And when I try to do things to improve it, they backfire and things suck worse.  When I do nothing, things fester and suck worse.  And I just... no.  Twenty seven years has been long enough.  I'm okay not making it much longer.