Monday, March 23, 2020

document

As this blog only serves to document my ongoing deterioration on the way to my inevitable suicide, and I have nothing but obligations to cling to, I will no longer necessarily be making daily entries. The coming month or so will be particularly brutal and I will be beating myself up enough without recording any more of it. I expect to be through with living before my next birthday, depending on supply chains and circumstance. Thanks to my few readers for their indulgence. Sorry I didn’t do better by you.


Thanks, Murray
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