I give up.

Relax, I'm not gonna bite the bullet. Yet. I just give up. Entirely. For all intents and purposes, my life is over. It never began.

I used to think there was meaning to my existence, that I had a long future ahead of me. I was wrong. And after 2 "tries" to just...let go, I couldn't do it. I wasn't ready to die. I'm still not. But I'm ready to give up. I'm ready to forever walk the earth in this body and in this mind.

I'll be fine. Someday.