Two more foul days untill the dreaded annual date arrives. That will make twenty-four years trapped in this bloody purgatory! Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks!! Can't I just skip it??
Yes, I've always known I'd go by my own hand, rather than let illness or old-age take me. As for me, though, I'll stick with a nice intraveinous injection of hard drugs, to go out peacefully on... just float away....