No more waiting. . .

I've entertained these thoughts for a long time. . . . and now, I'm going through with them.

I'm going to run. Where? I don't know. When? Later today.

This world doesn't need me. And I can't trust it,

Living here is only giving me pain.

So I'm gonna run. I'm never gonna look back.

I might stop at my bank and withdraw my money, buy a ton of food and survive in the wild.

Or, I may starve to death.

Either way, I'll be free.

I've waited too long to do this. I no longer care about peoples feelings. I no longer care about working and living.

All I care about is peace.

And that's what I'm gonna go find.

Will I chicken out? Maybe.

Will I ever be remembered? Why would I be.

This is my final words, and sadly they aren't to my family. Unless they read this.

I'm tired. I'm so tired. I have to go.

No more putting it off.

Good-Bye.