It wasn’t until today ’til I realized the full truth of my procrastination and weakness. Another birthday, a year too long I’ve lived. Another birthday, a year I could have rid of myself. And now what, what can I do but be sad on this day.
I dont have have much extended family, but what I do have of them I talk to about once a year. My cousin was a firefighter in Denver for a while. He was in college doing a volunteer program. On a day stroll he spotted a man laying on a park bench, pour gasoline over himself, then lit himself on fire. Later the investigators had found out it was his birthday, and in his home, had the man planned it out.
Now me, I wouldn’t make such a scene and have to make the public eye have to witness such a thing, but the idea of a birthday suicide somehow sounds . . . alluring.