My Death

I am going to kill myself. Easy to say. Hard to do. But I expect that sometime soon I will get up the courage and the strength to do it. I am done here. I get zero respect. I don't want any fucking help. If you think this is selfish, then fuck you. Fuck all the whole lot of you.

Facebook Deactivated

As of today, January 1, 2018, I have deactivated my FB account. I've had enough. I've wasted too much time on this whole social media thing. So much that I believe social media is more like anti-social media. Many is the time that I have put things off so that I can respond to or create some inane FB post. I'm not sure how long I can hold out. But the first step towards breaking the cycle is to deactivate the account.

The Foxy Lady page is still up. However, if I want to do anything on that page, I'll need to reactivate my own FB account. Since Foxy Lady is dormant, this shouldn't be a issue.

In my own life, I am in a state of happiness with my wife, Premmanee. The exact circumstances of our marriage are complex, and I had to make a really harsh and tough decision with regards to who could attend the ceremony. I am thankful that my father and brother have been supportive and have welcomed Premmanee into their lives. Whatever reservations they may have, they put their love for me first; they accept us as a couple. Same goes for my first cousin, David, my only maternal family member who has accepted Premmanee.

The house in Woodland Hills which Premmanee and I bought has become a dream home to us. It is just a short distance from the house I grew up in. I can see retiring here and my body eventually being found somewhere in the house many years from now when I stop breathing.