I’m done. I’m so done. I quit. I feel so flat. I’m pumped with all these meds. I do what they tell me and I’m done. The heaviness. The sadness. The shadows. I’ve researched and practiced and decided on my plan. I’ve mimed and worked out the problems. It just has to look like an accident so as to ease my family’s emotional recovery. Why? You ask why? Because it would solve so much. It would take away so many problems. I could rest. I could just be.
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