My Will
Okay. This is going to be...I dunno just something for me to add more things that I want to happen when I die. Lately I’ve felt like such an absolute failure that I really don’t want to keep going. I don’t think that I have the courage to take my own life, but who knows. Maybe within the next few days an opportunity will show itself.
I don’t care how I’m remembered. When I die, I want people to speak their fucking minds. If they thought that I was a piece of trash about something, go for it, share it. I literally do not care. I’d be fucking dead. My only request would be to maybe remember my pronouns(fuck that sounds so sjw). I don’t care if you use my legal name or the one I chose, but please, just that...My cat, my snake, I know that pretty much no one would actually want to take my snake so he can just be sold to wherever, maybe use the money to donate to some charity or what not. My cat can go to whoever wants him as long as they won’t give him up and will love him until the day he dies. He’s a great cat and deserves to live in a wonderful home with people who will love him.
My art. Now this is a tough one. A lot of my art has been on the tumblrs that I have, but there’s also a great amount I’ve never posted. I guess I’ll leave something with some passwords so that my accounts can be removed or my files accessed. I really don’t know how I want to do that though. If anything it’ll all be tossed aside like the worth of what I’ve accomplished.
I really want to just be done with this life. There’s no point. I’ve failed so much and I’ve tried crawling up out of the hole I’ve dug for myself. I keep slipping and clawing at the sides and it just makes the hole deeper. The only escape would be to lie down and let myself be buried already.
I’m scared to die. I don’t know what’s after that. I know that I don’t want to live though.
