Today, i took a taxi on my way home.
The driver is a mug, he drives like there's someone chasing us, every turns and breaks are heart pounding.
Sweaty smelly seats, drunk odor driver, creaking tires.
I wanted him to turn around me and put a gun in my head.
I wanted our turns to be unsuccessful that would lead me to my last breath.
I wanted to jump off that car while on the fly over.
I wanted to finish my suffering, the suffering I have been bearing ever since I can fanthom.
I dont know what to think, i dont know what to do. I cant imagine any future.
One thing is for sure.
I want to finish my life.
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