It's more than wishing I could die. It's wishing I'd never had to live.
"Waking in an empty room..."
Drama, he says. Drama. He met me here. Here, in these words. And laced through every one of these words is me-me and my drama. The me he pretended to love. The drama he claimed he could handle. I fucking hate liars. I fucking hate him. Or maybe I just wish I could.
How DOES one induce a coma?
Anyone out there willing to help?
Laters