I have discovered that nobody reads my stuff. The good thing is I can write anything, and nobody will do anything.
Let me say that this is not a suicide note. You can breathe a moment of fresh air.
I want to be open and honest without my editing software knowing I am not using punctuation correctly.
I want to speak from the heart totally.
Not going to lie; I want to call it a day. Except I have been told that I should be expecting pie tonight.
My depression is at Defcon Four. Shh, don’t let my family know.
So mentally tired.