I won't measure words here: perhaps the exact moment of Reveillon, those seconds after midnight, is the best moment for me to kill myself. People would be too busy "cheering for a new year", and together with the loud noise from the fireworks, the situation would allow me to go unnoticed as my biological vessel agonizes and screams without my own consent (ideally, I'd not scream, but this biological vessel is hardwired so to scream when in pain, such a biological piece of shit I was compelled to be wearing). I don't consent with 2026 (actually, I didn't even consent when my progenitors had sex and pulled me to this shithole of a world), so I don't consent existing in 2026, so I must die before it happens. Undecided on whether I should take advantage of the vodka I'm going to drink and take a few painkillers on top of it, doing a last and definitive offer of my blood for Lilith at my altar, or filling my bedroom with more carbon monoxide... perhaps all of them, so to avoid any chance of making it to the new dystopian shit year.