Our Numbered Days

by Neil Hilborn

When you’re dumb enough for long enough, you’re gonna meet someone too smart to love you, and they’re gonna love you anyway, and it’s gonna go so poorly.

I think that the genes for being an artist and mentally ill aren’t just related, they are the same gene, but try telling that to a bill collector.

When I wanted to open myself up and see if there really were bees rattling around in there, my parents got me a therapist. I can pinpoint the session that brought me back to the world.

We both had parents that believed us when we said we weren’t ok, but mine could afford to do something about it. I wonder how many kids like Joey wanted to die and were unlucky enough to actually pull it off.

You no longer think of suicide as a house you will build one day.