" 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.