I do often wonder if I’d want to live if they would go away, impossible to tell I suppose.
I so sincerely regret not dying six years ago. No matter how I’ve felt or what I’ve done in the past six years, there’s not a single day where if I was offered a pill to instantly and painlessly do the deed, I wouldn’t have accepted it.
My only question is if I’ll still be saying this six years from now. I surely hope not.