I started a 401k today.

The joke is that I really can't imagine living long enough to even reach retirement age. Big joke. All it is.

There's a difference between kinda wanting to die and actually making it happen. I stubbornly refuse to give in to depression and even wave my middle finger at the Reaper himself. But that doesn't mean the feeling isn't there.

I'm broken.

Bummer, huh?