Sometimes.

Sometimes I wish I had the guts to thrust that scalpel through my throat, or strangle myself for long enough to cause asphyxia. It is, propably, safe to claim that I am ill. Not like it matters, anyway. I am the exact same organic matter that you are. I am going to die, one way or another, and I am going to decay. The only thing ''wrong'' with me is that, at times, I wish it to happen faster. I wish it to happen right this moment. Suddenly, without explanations, just taking each and every single one of my problems away, just taking me away. Fuck this.