" 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.