Life is not good. I feel no passion. I feel no struggle. I feel no purpose.

I think I might want to die, but I can't bring myself to just swallow a bullet. So I plan.

I plan to take my rifle, my bike, and ride south, as far south as I can before I hit dirtmexistan. I will lie down in the desert, and plink at coyotes and mules until I die in the sun, they get me back, or the cops come and take me to a free hotel for the rest of my life where I'll have plenty more animals to hunt.

What's your opt out, plan, /pol/? How do you make your death not meaningless?