The 2am thread

this will be my only 2am post today.

this was a pretty bad christmas.
I really wish I could off myself.

There, I said it. Feel free to drag me into a lunatic asylum to be confined for my own protection. Hand over the straitjacket.

I can't do this. The offing or the getting out. The ticket is set, I suppose. Still more than a month away. I don't think I can last a month.

I'm broken. Normal people aren't like this. They can take it. I'm weak. This is why I'm not allowed to eat. Eating is for good people. Strong people. I'm a bad person and I'm weak and I'm stupid. I have not performed up to standard.

Someone please kill me. I am a drain on the world. I am a burden, a weight, a loss.

What happens to people's steam accounts when they die? Can they pass their games on to an heir?

I have silly thoughts.

Food is for the good.

I deserve to hurt
I deserve to die
I deserve to disappear.