Life is Short

Sometimes I think about killing myself. I want to. I really do. But I never actually do it. Why?
I always come to the conclusion that there's too many things that I want to do still.
But I still want it to end.
Every day, I want it to end.

There's choices that are just too hard to make. Or too hard to cary out. I'd rather just not exsist anymore. It would fix so many problems. But I can't just not exsist anymore, yet. I still have debts to pay off.