Some guy in my head has been talking all morning, and here's what he has to say
I was killing myself alright. Killing myself on the most manageable timeline I could, at the rate of about one cigarette an hour. You can't just go and end it all. People still expect things of you. People still 'need' you. Need you to be the body filling the space where if you weren't it would just be someone else. Some other working stiff, some other person clawing their back and moaning. But they need you all the same. It's like my brother once told me. If you can't make yourself happy, then make your life about making other people happy.
So that's what I do. I be the animate corpse they need, they want.
But I had my small revenge, my public announcement that I was on the way out. Every time I lit up it was letting them know they better start planning some kind of ten year plan to find someone else.
Because while it might not be the most efficient way, I was still on a timeline, and every timeline comes to an end after awhile.
So that's what I do. I be the animate corpse they need, they want.
But I had my small revenge, my public announcement that I was on the way out. Every time I lit up it was letting them know they better start planning some kind of ten year plan to find someone else.
Because while it might not be the most efficient way, I was still on a timeline, and every timeline comes to an end after awhile.