It’s Christmas Eve and I feel it’s time for me to go. I am a worthless peace of shit. I’m worth nothing to anybody. I have no right to be here. If only I wasn’t born I wouldn’t have brought my sons into a would with a loser father. I literally fail at everything I do. The only reason my kids have a Christmas and what they need and want is because of there mother. They would be better with out me. To bad there’s snow out, the jax teller way of going out seems the best way.
-the fuck up