I used to know how I wanted to die.
I'd planned it out in my head, in the margins of countless school exercise books filled with worthless bullshit I'd never remember.
I'd take a 50 mililetre shot of Russian Standard Vodka all in one go, leave my final note in the first blank page of the full sized atlas, which is the second to last book on the third shelf down of my bookshelf, and chase the vodka down with exactly 25 sleeping pills. If I was lucky, I'd go quickly.
And if not?
There's always a plan B.
-Atlas
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The Way I Want To Go
AdventureA diary. An atlas. A missed opportunity. Ivis used to always notice the boy somewhere in the distance. That is, until he finds himself slowly becoming more involved in his life. Did they meet at just the right time or a couple moments too late?
