While I am perfectly capable of writing some poetic, deep, artful little essay about why I want to die, I am not going to. Death is not beautiful, it is not poetic, it is not some great adventure, and to write in prose suggesting as such would seem wrong. For the past three or so years I have tried to tell myself that there is a reason not to do this. I’m not about to share any personal details (other than that I am not in school/college, and am old enough to do this sensibly). Over the past three years, I have tried medication, therapy, […]