Sometimes life is just not worth living anymore.

The future fears me. Terribly.

There's nothing to wait for except maybe movies and books and games.

Future means hard work, means stress and endless struggling.

But what for? Some uncertain dream?

Will we ever find purpose.

Money fears me the most.

So lately, I've tried quite wanting, to avoid any unwanted condition.

Letting go, Minimalism, Sustainability.

It seems that I have quitted wanting life along the way. Why is that? All I've ever wanted was only just a nice quiet peace.

All I wanted to say is, if one day I've chosen to die, I will be the only one who decides what it means. That's one thing nobody can take away from me. Not even you.