The one where you’re so desperate to kill yourself that you’re willing to do anything? Where you’re willing to swallow anything, try anything, jump in front of anything? That level of desperation where the smallest and most minute of annoyances is enough to convince you that life isn’t worth living and that your only conceivable course of action is suicide? Where you’re just so desperate to end it all you just want anything to come along and take you away, even if you know that it won’t kill you, just hurt you.
I hate it when I reach that level. It’s like being a a wolf […]