a sentimental story.
it so happens that life often presents you only with a choice between two kinds of suffering, two forms of nothingness, two varieties of despair. all you can do is choose which you think will be the less unbearable, or even the more attractive, which will allow you to retain at least a modicum of pride or self respect...i could have given her so many reasons for and against, and still she would not have been able to understand. and so i preferred to reply by saying: "i dont know."