I think it’s best if I die. I would be happy.
And, to be honest, no one would care, really. There are maybe one or two individuals who might miss me for a little while.
It is likely no one would even notice, at least until the stench from my rotting corpse got the attention of my tenants.
Many people around the world will rejoice on getting the news.
Most of that deep hatred is because I am such an awful person. I want so badly to give heaping helpings of love, but I have no idea how to and with nearly 100% of my previous interactions being profoundly negative, I always, always screw things up.
It makes me want to die as I type this with the tears flowing down my cheeks.
Knowing that family and friends are not interested in popping into this site just to do a quick check doesn’t help one bit.
My seperation from society for over a decade did a real number on me, I lost do much of the fee skills I had acquired.
So now a worthless husk remains. I say my body would better serve the earth as s source of food for the forest creatures who might be interested.
I am sure of my patheticity in your eyes. Don’t care.