Just stumbled across this site when I was doing a Google search on exit bags. Yep, I was researching methods. Again. Or procrastinating, you might say. So anyway, I started reading all this stuff people have posted here – angry rants, sad stories, horrible memories and experiences, feelings of failing friends and family, loss, guilt, physical pain, pragmatic descriptions and flowery prose. And now I seem to have worked up a need to write or share or whatever, as opposed to lying in bed staring at the ceiling contemplating my imminent demise, whether it would be a good idea to wear diapers when I hang […]
