I’ve been racking my brain, trying to think of a way I could slip away peacefully, quietly, but I can’t come up with anything. Â Every option seems so uncertain. Â Who knew it could be so hard to end my life. Â It would be so much easier if something could happen to me. Â I wish I could trade places with a terminally ill person. Â Someone who doesn’t deserve it, like a child. Â I’d gladly take on their burden.
God can be so cruel sometimes.