It's over. So over.

     Listening to: We Cry by The Script

    And now, right now at this moment. I am a part of the collective group this band is referring to. I am crying so hard right now. I can't see a single thing.

     My girlfriend Jane. She is. . well now, was the love of my life. We are over. She's breaking up with me as we speak. I hate to say so, but we are so very very over. I want to kill myself, I want to slit my wrists and just. let them bleed out until there isn't any more blood and I can't feel a single thing and I end up seeing a bright light and I die. I want to punch a wall until my knuckles fall off and my fingers are misshapen. I want to scream at every person that I see and every time I see a smile I want to cut that person's face off. I want everyone to hate me. I hate them. I will drink so much until I pass out in the middle of the street and get run over by an eighteen wheeler and 20 priuses driven by left wing bitches. I want to feel more pain than ever before. I want to be whipped by the cat of nine tails until my entrails are torn to shreds. I want to be eaten alive by a cannibal who, slowly, on limb at a time cuts me up and eats me alive. I want to experience the zombie apocalypse so I can know what it feels like to want to eat someone alive.  I want to fight anyone and everyone that looks at me with anything more than plain dullness. I'd like to kill her. I'd like to kill myself. Goodbye forever.