Thinking of killing myself again.
Think about it: a narcissistic man killing himself out of spite for himself.
I am crying at my own imaginary funeral.
Who will miss me?
Who will take care of my cats?
What will Dylan and Art say?
Who will talk shit?
Who will recognize all my efforts, my art?
What will the ex-wife think?
Where should I be buried?
Does it even matter?
I have been forcing myself to lock up these earducts ever since that fight with Gracel, seeing Guillermo struggling for his life, and feeling guilty for counting the money I am paying for my pet's vet bills.
I thought I found a way out but I am nowhere near redemption.
I have been thinking again of killing myself.
