" 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 regular ways to end these endless days.

Hanging is such a strange thing, what glory is ending life with a single string?

Throwing myself off a balcony had some charm, but living on the first floor, would cause myself more harm then death.

Drugs and overdoses seem romantic, but I could end up a vegetable, even more tragic!

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