happyi pretty okay job im going back graduate school great husband two really cute but stupid dogs pretty okay businessside hustle really good friends im kind funny kind attractive pretty okay house pay bills theres food belly roof head bed sleep in yet still want here feel like saying want die is much happened pull ending infinity war sitting computer desk bad know used see therapist months back really well got discharged feel like going back makes failure know go back explain yourself hi thought fine wanna die am like man know throat feels tight eyes puffy like could probably cry ten years im actually gonna play sims stare space hope like darkness consumes me