Don’t worry. As long as my tumblr and other places I have accounts at remain up, I’m still alive.
The moment anyone notices my presence being removed from the internet and anywhere else I can think of, that’s when I’m ready to die.
First step in my plan is to starve. I’m gonna drop my food budget from 300-400 a month, I’m gonna spend only 90-100 on food JUST FOR MYSELF. I ain’t paying for that fucking cunt’s shit anymore. She and the fucking brat can die of starvation for all I care.
Step two is getting rid of all non-essential posessions. Sell as much as I can and put that money away into the GTFO of here fund.
Step three is take all my money and save it. Try and make as much money as I can from anywhere and save it all to GTFO. This includes selling my soul and doing commissions.
Then I need to secure a home. Probably end up selling whatever I have left so I can just go homeless since I won’t have anywhere I could go (at first.)
That’s where things get complicated. I have to get used to the idea that I WILL be homeless. At least for a time. The most I’ll be able to do is be a squatter at acquaintances’ homes for a day or three at a time. Mostly to be able to shower and maybe wash some clothes? Dunno yet.
Right before the final step though I’ll need to start weaning myself from my stay-alive heart meds because I won’t have the medical coverage to afford it. So there’s that… Hopefully due to the oncoming starvation I’ll lose enough weight that my heart will be able to handle being without the meds. Doubt it though but the final step is still a long way away.
I’m blabbing. I’m sorry. I will post it anyway but I’ll be shutting up now.
I hate my life. I hate myself most of all. This is all on me. I made the mistakes. I fucked everything up. And I am too fucking retarded to fix anything.
I’m still better off dead.