Maybe I did it because I was tired of telling people I was "depressed but stable," and what does that mean exactly?
Miserable but alive?
No quality of life but still breathing?
Half-awake but still operating?
Once the idea got into my head, I believe it first came to me on last Friday, I couldn't get rid of it, it just grew stronger and stronger.
Finally, by Monday, I had to do it. I had no other options.
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