“it’s that feeling again. that one you get when you feel like you’ve got nothing in the whole world, you’ve got no one and not a single shred of anything to hold onto. and you can’t even remember who you are or how you got here or why everything is so totally fucked. it’s like there isn’t a world outside of that window, you feel like everything’s stopped and you’re totally alone. and really, what good is an entire world if you’re the only one in it? so you take the kitchen chair and you tie a rope to the ceiling and you push your head gently through the hangman’s noose. and then, i suppose, you jump.”
