Fghik

Look. I am sick of life. Sick of living. Sick of everything and anything I am cursed to see. I want it over, I want it done. But I cannot bring myself to kill myself, because everything I've every been taught in my life has been revolving around "suicide is wrong." I gave up on hope, I gave up on life in general. There's no better days coming my way, and chances are there never will be.

I won't bring myself to end my own life...So I'm counting down the days until something unfortunate happens to me due to others. A shooting, a bus hitting me, ill-prescribed dosage, you name it; I hope to die from it.

Although I can't help but wonder what people would think...If I were to suddenly go away...the handful of people that would actually notice...would they remember me after a week?

Pluto will always be a planet in my eyes. So many planet songs I used to know just don't flow with the same rhythm without Pluto.