Day109 - Year2015

Mood: Suicidal
Time: 0039hours


Sunday morning.
That fucking neighbor of mine is still partying.
It's his birthday it seems (technically, yesterday).
Hoping he dies like his bitch wife soon.

As usual, I hate this world.
I've called countless times to the barangay office complaining about the noise, to no avail.
"Kakumpare eh!" "Kakilala!" Where money talks more and its not what you know but "who you know" that matters more. This country of mine seems to be developing backwards and returning to the Spanish era of slavery. Only change is that countrymen enslave their own people. And the ones being stepped on are the penniless once more. This government that continues to ignore the true problems and busies itself on self-image and self-popularity. It's never-ending.

Again, I hate this world.
Seriously considering killing myself already.
The only question is, how?

I don't want to stab myself, slit my wrists, drink silver cleanser, drink any poison for that matter, drown or be run over by a bus.

Ah, but I heard of this one case where the customer died from drinking contaminated milk tea...and now I'm wondering where i can get my hands on that kind. Ah...but the police confiscated them for evidence...aww....

Only option is dying by sleeping pills or injecting myself with a muscle relaxant or something that will kill me in an instant.

Dying by blunt force trauma to the head doesn't sound as bad, thinking that if you get hit at the back of the head, its lights out and if you ever die from bleeding, there's a chance you won't feel a thing.
Hopefully.

*sigh*
Dying is so hard, especially if your attachment to life is strong.
I don't have much attachment to mine, as I feel not much pain from injuries like cuts or bruises.
So here's to wishing for a painless death!

Hope I die soon.... :)