" I want to die."  I said.  Like I always say, every few months.

He took it in stride, didn't say anything, but let his body glide next to mine.

I thought of violent ways to end my endless days.

Hanging is such a strange thing, besides nothing in my apartment would do this sufficiently.

Throw myself into train traffic, but why cause such a racket? Poor people having to go to work.

Drugs! Yes,  drugs. Unless you do it wrong and end up in a coma with a personality of a rug.

So here, I lay. Chugging away planning our wedding day.