I’m killing myself on my birthday next month

I think I’m finally ready to just let go. I’m tired of all the pain I’m in and the pain I’ve caused. It’s my time to die.

I’m going to write a note for my family the night before and leave it on the table after everyone is asleep, then I’m going to leave with a bottle of alcohol and a lighter sometime after midnight.

There’s a bridge and a few tall buildings near where I live. I plan on getting drunk, pouring the alcohol all over my body, lighting myself on fire and jumping off one of them. It’s a death fit for somebody as evil and fucked up as myself.