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Another week gone. I’ve fallen full and well into an unsteady sadness. Just can’t maintain. I smoked my last cigarette today and bought a 30-pack of Coors Banquet. Fit for kings. When I was younger I would think often about killing myself but I’m too old for that to feel like it’d be worth anything and worse yet, lately, I’ve really started to believe that hell is real — if not for anyone else then at least for me. I have this feeling that something has gone horribly wrong and I just don’t know it yet.