I'm fucking loosing it and have been getting extremely strong desires to take everything that I can and disappearing into Northern Canada to never be seen again. It's like an actual instinct, I can feel it physically pulling at me. I already have most of the things I need, lifetime supply of salt and sugar for jarring foods I do find. Traps and hunting tools. I know how to store things like beans and rice to make them last 20 years. I don't know why I have gone yet, but it's thumping in my heart to leave all these dysgenic retards behind and die in peace as far away as possible from them.