I appreciate your response, but you see, peace is not what I'm searching for. I've lived my life, and I'm out of usefullness. I'm tired of being alive. It's the same ******** every day. The same ******** on the news, finances, economics, politics, the human race. I'm the same ********. And since I'm a creature of habit, the same things that got me where I'm at mentally, will repeat again. So there's no end, and no real recovery. I will never get rid of this bipolar, because I cannot get a brain transplant. So why do I have to continue? Why do I have to carry on for everyone else? Maybe they like living. I don't. I haven't in years. I've just carried on so they want say oh he took the easy way out.

Easy way out my ***. In fact, what if it gets me so bad that I become a danger to society. Then they'll say, maybe he should've disposed of himself. They don't know my mind and my thoughts.

I'm telling you. My last job, I put up with some crap that when I was younger, I would have either whipped someone's *** in the parking lot over, or had some really dirty conversations with..

So, I'm not dwelling. However, it made me lose my mind after putting up with it, and then they schemed together to get me fired. They did not like me. When they had their moods or whatever and were major smart asses, I had to take it. I usually keep to myself when not feeling my best, but try to not take it out on everyone else. The whole damn place, every last one of them were scheming against me. All the conversation implied the last 6 months became so clear after I was fired. They were scared of me. Why? Because, I let them know they were not going to cuss me, call names, or smart talk me. They were supposed to treat me like I treated them. With respect.

Honestly though, I tried so hard. So hard that I've lost my mind. And, if I ever get treated like that again at a job, someone will get hurt and get hurt badly.

I need income desparately, but I am so afraid that I may get into similar circumstances. And it won't be pretty if I do. I am too old to let punks run their mouths to me.

An old saying, quiet folks are usually the most dangerous. Mouthy folks are usually all bark and no bite. I was always known as being very quiet, and never known to pick fights, but known to finish a few. In fact, I'm thinkingbit's time to go hunting the dicksuckers who got me fired. It rocked my world. It's now time to rock theirs. And I know where every one of the bastards live. Time to pay em a visit.

I have no more desire to be alive. A person should have the right to die with dignity. Why do I have to be present on this earth if I no longer want to partake in this rat race?

Eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. My job was my life. They took my life. It's them or me, and so far it has been fortunate that I've not run into any of them since.