(no subject)
Dearest,
I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel I can't go through another of these terrible times and I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices and can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems to be the best thing to do.
Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bonnes Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this must go on without her. Did she resent it? Or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?
It is possible to die. It is possible to die.
I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel I can't go through another of these terrible times and I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices and can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems to be the best thing to do.
Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bonnes Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this must go on without her. Did she resent it? Or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?
It is possible to die. It is possible to die.