April 16, 2003
Where to begin on one of those days when I hardly want to remain in this world? How in a mere hundred words to express this despair, this desire to have one really meaningful thing come to me or else to leave this world. Of course, even as I’m thinking this, that voice in the back of my head reminds me I don’t want to die. And that other one in the left corner starts listing all the wonderful things I have in my life to be thankful for. Whenever I get seemingly close to satisfaction, something falls apart again.