Last year, my daughter went down to the garage, tied one end of a belt to a rafter and the other end around her neck, and kicked the chair that she stood on away.
Of course, the belt wasn’t tied tight enough on either end to support her, and she fell to the floor. After I found her laying there, I pulled a thick rope from my workbench and showed her how to tie a knot. Then I showed her where I kept the Glock.
I’ve always wanted to kill myself. How sweet would that be? No more blackness, pain. Feeling like a dog who’s been run over by […]