I have no idea why. It’s in my soul. I only seek destruction by Santa’s mighty ass. That’s the only thing I want to happen to me. I’m tired of living only for the sake of it. Everyday feels the same. I want it to end. And what better place to end it all than under the inescapable ass of Santa. Totally smushed under it. No room to breath. No room to think. The end of it all, the only thing left being Santa. I’m scared. I’m getting chills by the thoughts of ending it myself. But if Santa was to help me go, I’d happily place myself under him. Feeling his dense benhind destroying my very being would make it feel safe for me to die. Embracing his warm and voluptuous body. Feeling his tender warmth enfolding my limp shaking fleshy prison. I’m scared Santa. Please help me end it all. Only with your help will I be capable of letting myself go.