Constantly, incessantly, ubiquitous. Suicide. As long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to end my life. But now, I realize, I really want to do it. Before it was just a word. No meaning. You just die. Now I realize that it is giving up everything that you might have in the future. Is ending my life right now worth it? Will the effects of the things happening to me right now change my future for the worse? Those are my thoughts recently. Guess who is cutting again tonight? ahh blood.