Idiots: Please Shut Up.

If you don't know how to speak your native language properly, you really shouldn't be spouting your opinions as the voice (or e-voice as the case may be) of reason.  Really, why should I accept your arguments when you can't even demonstrate the most basic level of intelligence?  Their, there, they're...it's not that difficult.

Back on speaking terms with The Reaper

After a dismal vacation that saw another false hope dashed on the rocks like a glass-bottom boat, and an excruciating first day back on the job, I found myself engulfed in a whirlwind of depression, rage, and other warm, fluffy feelings, and unable to get to sleep fast enough, so I went to the store for some sleeping potion.  As I exited the store, I found the night pleasantly calm and quiet.  I paused to gaze up at the night sky, and was struck by how strangely beautiful its perfect blackness was.  It then occurred to me how similar that endless blackness was to the sensory vacuum that I've always feared death to be.  And I thought, maybe it won't be so bad.  At least I'll be free of the incessant battering my mind doles out whenever afforded the opportunity.  No more mental tornadoes of every possible negative thought available to my memory.  No more smashing my head against the wall of humanity.  No more regret, or fear, or embarrassment, or annoyance...just...nothing.  Peace.  If only I could find a smooth transition into it...

It's official...

I have no reason to live.  Every possible reason I can come up with is just a constant reminder of the failure my life will be to live up to its potential and my desires for it.  The best I can hope for at this point is a relief from regret via the eternal, senselessness of death.  Bring it!

End it.

Is a quick death really too much to ask for?  I mean, what's the point in carrying on anyway?  Thirty minute distractions interjected every 5 minutes with flashbacks of regret?  Give me a break...or a girlfriend...either way...