Suicide Med

by Freida McFadden

After everything I’ve seen this year, I know that’s one thing I myself would never do. The last thing I want is a bunch of snotty twenty-two-year-olds making fun of all my subcutaneous fat.

We’re just two people who dated a while in college and broke up when life got in the way.

But is an eye really an eye if there is no brain to perceive its vision? _____

“I’m willing to bet that your gestation was a twin one,” Petrov says. “And you absorbed your twin brother in utero.” Great. I’m such a fatass that I ate my twin brother.

The first stage is denial, followed by anger, then bargaining and depression, and finally, acceptance.