13 days

Ago, I tried to kill myself. Though my mind is confused beyond reason I think I am feeling as though I wish I had succeeded. It's a beautiful irony that in trying to escape the middling idiocy I have found myself further embroiled in that which I wished to leave. Were it less morbid, it might be quite funny. I wish I liked eavesdropping. Someone said it was fascinating but I can't but feel that they're wrong: I'm looking at these people right now and two of them are gesticulating as if to guide the grounding of a flight; and the other has eyes which have no sparkle of life behind them. She is, as we are, merely a shadow crossing the earth. Stoic determination for ultimate failure; that's a fairly dull price to pay for this tedium.