2002-12-03 & 8:08 p.m. : help me kill my time, 'cuz i'll never be fine
what a completely fucked quiz.
the idea of dying on purpose. i just can't see it, i never have been able to.
it's not some big optimistic thing that keeps me from seeing it, i think, but more pride and a hatred of weakness, in particular my own.
and asphyxiation! jesus!
