Upvoted, but God damn this cut me deep.
Here's something a little more verbose to tack on, which helped me a lot through a similar time:
Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death's house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.
Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost (1887)
Surely those who vote for the worst human beings imaginable will be spared from their wrath, right?
Right??