Do thou but call my resolution wise, And with this knife I’ll help it presently.

Give me some present counsel, or, behold,

'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife

Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that

Which the commission of thy years and art

Could to no issue of true honor bring.

Be not so long to speak. I long to die

If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.

I always fail to articulate myself well at the times when I really want to and need to.

I am angry.

I am so unbelievably angry.

I am alive and I shouldn't be.

I'm supposed to be dead and I'm not and all I can do is be angry about that.

I'm exhausted with life.  I tried to stop that and I failed.  I'm fed up with fighting every day to maintain some kind of normality.  After 27 years I'm done, and out, I don't care to try anymore, but I'm stuck here till I can come up with something more effective.

I have to find a way to put anything other than anger and boredom on my face so that I can go out and earn money.  New plans require time and money.  And in the meantime I have to see friends.  I have to be social so that they don't watch me too closely, so that they forget over time that all I am is angry

I am not supposed to be here.

I do not want to be here.

No-one can really stop you from taking your own life.
But you have to be patient, and wait, and plan, and find a space, and in the meantime you need money.

And waiting is the worst part.  It's the part that gets me angry.

Because all I wanted to do was just.. go.

And now I can't.

I do not want to be here.

It's not that things are so bad I can't imagine them being better.

It's not that I don't have good things even now.

I simply do not care any longer.

I can't express that properly.  I do not care.

Things could get better, worse, it doesn't matter, I don't want to experience them.  I have done enough.  I have tried.  I have fought for as long as I cared to.  And now I do not care.  I do not want to be here.