I hate my life. That goes without saying since I am emailing you here it kind of implies that already. Every morning the struggle of getting out of bed feels as if I’m moving a mountain. I dread waking up and I just hope one day, I’ll just fall asleep and never having to wake up again.
If by some reason a nuclear war actually happened I’d be jumping circles knowing I was going to die. Knowing that the end of me is coming soon would make me happier than I’ve ever been. I wouldn’t wish a war for the sake of humanity and the rest of the people who are content with their lives, good for them, but for me it’d work out so great.
Thank you for all the happiness you all have brought me. Thank you the news in detroit.