At some point in the near future, I will walk into the woods. I will carry no equipment, no phone, no water, no wallet, and no jacket. I will simply walk, and keep walking until it is impossible to do so. For the days that I am there, I will sleep on the ground, on the leaves and moss. I will not consume anything. I want to leave my world, I want to set off into the woods and die there. It seems that the most peaceful way to die would be to starve, surrounded by the beauty of nature. It would probably take about a week, but soon, without water or food, I will die. I will disappear. I have failed to justify my existence, I have no will to speak of. I see nothing but disaster and disappointment in my future, and my past is covered in shame. Please hope that my journey into the woods proceeds soon. There’s nothing more to say.