I am not a very suicidal person. Most of the time I dont think it sould come to that, most of the time i think there is a way in life. But then there are those times where I’m just f****** tired of trying. It comes in small bursts. A suicidal that here and there. Jump out the wind, climb on that roof and jump. Swallow that Landry detergent. Hang yourself. Jump in front of a car. I’ve never been very close to killing myself. The closes was when I was very young and I tried to slash my wrist with a kitchen knife. It was dull. It didnt work, so I thought, it must not be my time.
