suicide note

fuck the noise. fuck the silence. fuck the uninvited silence that means more than any words that could be yelled, said or whispered. thought, even. fuck my cigarrettes for making my life short. fuck the moments when i run out of them. fuck relationships, they only bring us suffering. fuck their ending and the creeping solitude that takes us over when it's all said and done. fuck love. fuck hate. fuck duality, from happyness and sadness to war and peace. fuck heaven, too hard to reach. fuck hell, to hard to avoid. fuck the friend who pretend to care about you. fuck those who don't even try to pretend, and those who really care and always end up having pity on you. fuck the boredom. fuck the overload or work. fuck the time and the lack of it. it is never enough for what we have to do, let alone for what we want to do. fuck the dumbness of youth. fuck the wisdom of being old, as you'll soon be dead and all will be useless and wasted. fuck death, for forcing our life to end. fuck life, for screwing us day after day, endlessly, restlessly.