Nah, my dad keeps telling me that but trust me, being a child that was abused enough that at the age of 13 you make a noose and hang yourself from the attic ceiling, really took the win for worst day of my life.
Don’t get me wrong pretty depressing reality lately, but not a candle on choking that you have to fight against your body trying to stop as you claw at the rope cutting off air.
Life does feel similar though in a much much slower way though.
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