Don't get mad.
But I've moved up the date.
It's today.
Today is the day.
The day I take my last breath
My last look at the horrible place we live.
On the bright side, I'll see Ferne.
My Ferne.
This might sound weird, but I'm excited.
There are moths in my esophagus.
Fluttering, urging me to get my blade and finish the job.
I don't have to tell myself twice.
My fingers graze across the cool metal.
And then the metal is underneath my skin.
There's no turning back.
Not anymore.
I ignore the pain and keep dragging.
I don't look at it.
That much blood is not for me.
But I feel it.
And there's a lot.
Too much.
I won't make it more than ten minutes.
I close my eyes and lie down on the cold tile floor.
That's the last thing I see.
