I have to go, too.

I’ve been in a place where the situation is, it would be all right not to be alive. It isn’t the same as wanting to die. I thought, “wow, I understand it; if I were the sort of person who would, I could kill myself.” I might have been afraid, except fear isn’t there; I am, and could be not. Okay.

Since I was there, it’s another place that I have been. I remember the good things about the places I remember; really not scary, holding on to nothing at all. Okay. But I always wanted us never to die. Okay.

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