When I find out the US is going to war with China, I will finally have the courage to kill myself. I have stood all a person can possibly stand in the the past two decades of pure, unfiltered human crap in this world, when the war happens I will officially have no reason to go on living. Who wants to die a horrible death from radiation poisoning, anyway?
But first I will have to send my mother a message that I know she will be devastated by my loss and it hasn't even been a year yet since we lost my father, but I still need to die. Not want. Need. I can't handle the insanity this world has given me anymore. And ignoring the news doesn't make it go away. In fact, it's like ignoring a tumor growing in your neck.