I Hate My Life And Want to Die

No, really. I do. I’m not just some douche bag who says it because quoting Kurt Cobain sounds cool, I fucking wish I was dead. The world would be a better place without me. The only one who would care that I’m gone is my mother. But not for long. She barely knows I’m here. My kids would mourn me, but that’s only because they’re not old enough to know me for who I really am. So, what’s stopping me? Insurance. Suicide voids my life insurance. I’m worth a thousand times more to my kids dead than alive, and I can’t even give that to them. I am a useless fucking nothing.  I know no one will ever read this, but if you do, for some ungodly reason, fucking shoot me. Seriously. Shoot me in the fucking head. You’d be doing the world a favor. My wife would be free of me, and she would be able to pay off the house. At least then one good thing would have come from my existence. And all it took was ending it.