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Originally Posted by ralfgarnett

Who really gives a flying f-ck about any aspect of it all ?, I am alone with practically no support, the more I think about it kills me and it invades my thoughts far too frequently especially early in the mornings, I lie in bed full of fear and anxiety having the most frightful thoughts and visions, the sooner it's all over the better, I truly, honestly, really don't want to be here any more, my heart has been hacked in half, my future plans lie in pieces, there is no more for me to suffer, I have hit rock bottom, the only option left to endure is my life short time is the thought of certain eternal death sooner rather than later, the long sleep, eternal rest, and no more mental torture to endure day after day, no more visions of my wife, our previous life, our wedding day, her lovely little hand in my bigger hand, and the list goes on and surs pour toujors, je suis touts finis pour mois ces.t soir at est pour tojours , bon nuit touts le mondes, je ne suis pas beacoup tres joli est mon finis est tres beinvenue.

I know this part is not true. I know very well you have supportive friends. I think your friends would think this statement is hurtful.