Do you ever just think
about suicide? Like the act of killing yourself. How it would feel
to have all the blood out of your body because you slashed your
wrists a little too deep, or the way your body would swing back and
forth as you hung from your ceiling? Maybe the way you would die
instantly from a shot to the head or how your body would react to
taking all those pills at once? It just seems so peaceful. The act
of dying. On your own terms. When you want. Where you want. No
major event, nobody else dying with you. Just you, in your room.
Falling blissfully into a state of depression that you will never
come out of.