“If I was drowning on land, in oxygen, maybe the floor of the river was the only place I’d be able to breathe. [...] I thought, again, I’m so tired. I’m such a disappointment. I don’t want to do this anymore. I could kill myself. I should. I might. I want to.
But, no, I can fix this, still. I just have to try harder.
But I could.
And I might.”
―
Jen St. Jude,
If Tomorrow Doesn't Come