The Last Day Before the Day I Kill Myself

There's never a right time to commit suicide, but there's a right way.

That's by doing it without leaving behind unfinished business.

I wander through the city like a ghost, and everything disgusts me. The people are vermin, scurrying through the streets to go places they think are important to do things they think are necessary. I wish I could kill them all for making the world around me so utterly intolerable but let's face it - I'm not that guy.

Instead, I'm repulsive, I'm offensive, and I don't give a single fuck. More importantly, I'm insignificant and so is my existence. But I've decided that there's a way out.

Tomorrow is the big day and I'm ready. I've got conviction and I've got a list of errands; things that need to be sorted out before I die and there isn't much time.

Because today is the last day before the day I kill myself, and I've got shit to do.