“Better off dead”—as if the whole point wasn’t to opt out, once and for all, from the question of how to be well-off, or better-off. But I didn’t have a plan, I wasn’t going to do it: partly because it would be the same thing as murdering my mother, and her sister, and then what would happen to my cousin; and partly out of fear that I would fail, and then people would say it had been a “cry for help.” Which is exactly what it would be if I told this guy about it now.
Soooo theogic
