Over
It will be over soon. It may take a few days, but I'll be gone. My knee has swollen and hurts. I can barely walk around the house. There's no money so I'll be losing my utilities. My rent is paid to the end of the month so I'll be dead by then. I'll take Foxy back to the shelter where I got her so she can find a better home. I'm tired of not being to get a haircut and not being able to do laundry every week, walking around in dirty clothes, worrying where money for food will come from. There's no money for car insurance so I can't drive my car. I've found some pain pills that I used for my knee surgery and I will take them. If that doesn't work, I'll stop eating, turn off the AC and the lights, sit in my old recliner and smoke my last cigarettes. It will be better for my family when I'm gone. I love all my friends I've made here, but understand, I just can't take life anymore. It has beaten me. Goodbye my friends.
Mike
Mike
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