A broken heart never fully heals, but it keeps on beating. Some take a path of self-destruction; others tear up their soul from the inside out. This outpouring of raw emotion, whether darkly destructive or humorous, is a manas quest through a life he would gladly trade for a better one. It is a bitter reflection on his life, his lost loves, and his mortality. He is sick of love, of himself, and of all the ghosts that haunt him. His life and world have gone horribly wrong; love has done him wrong. His life is like finding out your lover is actually a child murderer, something that turns on you when you least expect it. Mental Suicide is unsettlingly cynical: man never is redeemed, never finds lasting love or the peace of mind he so desperately needs. A nearly complete misanthropy flows from these pages like waste water with relentless negativity and agony. Heas no longer tryina to find love; heas tryina to avoid it at all costs, just trying to stay alive.