I hate myself and want to die.

I hate myself and want to die.

I hate myself and want to die.

 

Yesterday I was reading Van Gogh's biography. Apparently he cut off his ear and went to an asylum and later killed himself.

Today I thought about cutting my own ear off, but I'm starting to think it's not a good idea because it wouldn't make me an original, interesting person. Copying Van Gogh would not make me an original, interesting person. Also, I might really be sent to a mental institution, and I will probably cut off my other ear too while I'm in there because of boredom; there is absolutely nothing to do in there except to sleep and watch television.