Not seriously. But sitting on the toilet today, holding a shaving razor in my hand, it seemed like it could happen. And then one reason came why no, I couldn't.

I owe no allegience to the facts, yeah.

I've never killed myself, I've never tried, and I've never made plans to. The thought has crossed my mind, but isn't it just my subconscious being overdramatic?

I drove Russ home. Kind of thought about it. I'm living exclusively in my own world.

I'm building him a computer. That'll be good.
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