Disgust, anger, loneliness, more digust, depression, more disgust, angst, more disgust. Hatred.

Sick of myself, one self-deprecates. Angry with oneself, one commits self-destructive acts against their corporeal form. Disgusted with oneself, one burns their bridges, all that which binds them to those who are close. A despicable human being lays here, waiting for death. But something larger seems to have a plan, because nothing works. Not even vehicular impact. Hardly scratched, rage ensues, directed at the body's desire to continue with this miserable instinct. Toxic amounts of pills, urinated out, cleansed by kidneys so powerful they go beyond reason. And a fear of pain so deep that a blade fills them with panic. So sick of this. Just die already.

Coward. Choose Life or Choose Death. To do neither is naught but an inability to face reality.