It’s literally all I think about. From the moment I open my eyes in the morning to the moment I shut them at night. In many different ways I fantasize about suicide, in excruciating detail as well, as long as it somewhat resembles a painless death. It’s a soothing thought, it puts me at ease. Imagining the sound of the gunshot is the best part, I enjoy it in the same way a basketball player enjoys the sound of the swish of a net. To think oblivion is as close as a gunshot away comforts me, even though I’ll never have the courage to actually fucking do it.
