When I watch bugs splatter against my windshield, it makes me think of suicide and how I want to kill myself. Quick and painless. Just jumping of a bridge or a tall building. Just falling and splat. No pain just instant death. I’m a shitty person, I’m a shitty drummer, I can’t make friends, I destroy friendship, I can’t stay focused, I can’t remember anything. All I can do is breath. I’m just a waste of space on this planet. It sucks that I don’t have the balls to end my life. I’ve already failed at it twice. They do say third time is the charm, but I already know that I’ll just pussy out like I do with everything else.