Suicide is golden. It seems I'm in another fit of depression. I have a beautiful GF and a decent life but I'm feeling like Im wortless. I want more for myself than this but Im stuck living this way. I wish it would all end. Life, hardship, love, tragedy, disaster, responceability. I wish to leave my physicial body behind and go on to somthing bigger and better. Suicide is Golden...

If Im gone for a few days thats what this means...