I’m not going to say I want to die. I’m not going to say I’m sad or depressed. I don’t really need to. I mean who wants to die, who would want to kill themselves. I’d like to say that person isn’t me. It hasn’t been me for 11 years. I wasn’t that child laying on the floor at 12 years of age, her sister begging her to live. I don’t want to be that person who moments before writing cried because the chord around her throat wasn’t tight enough. It didn’t stop the air flow, it didn’t stop the tears. I don’t want to […]
