Have you ever thought about killing yourself. Like there was no point in moving on. The situation could be different for everyone. Lost a loved one. Heartbroken. Poverty. Humiliation. Unfulfilled Wants. Desires.

When you’re down and out of luck, how come we only think about all the bad things instead of all the good things. How come we can’t imagine ourselves happy. Why can’t we be satisfied?

When you’re angry and hurt, take it out on somebody else.

Can you make yourself fall in love with someone your not in love with?
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There’s many things I think about when I’m alone. Tomorrow will be one of the main highlights of my life. Or so I think it is. So many things I haven’t done and so many things I regret. When I think today will be the last I think about if there are any loose ends I might need to tie up. Are there any things I left undone, anything I need to say.

No I’m not suicidal although I’m making it sound that way. I value my life and the lives of those I know and I could take a bullet for anyone of them and not regret it. I take it a day as it comes. I do have some further plans I want to set in play, but it’s impossible right now.

What if today was you’re last? Any regrets? Any last words for anyone? Things you need to do? IF...