I realize that when I'm depressed, I accomplish more. And I get along in life better. And I am disappointed less often. So just try to bring me down. You can't fucking get any lower than this. SO fuck you and fuck off. Because I have a Plan B. Plan A happened in October, when pills weren't lethal enough. So if I can't get out, then I'll get better. And I will be better. Than everything I've ever been. Fuck you for doubting me, in a few months, you won't recognize me. Because that's how it's has to be.