I wanted to do it, to end it all, to just close my eyes with no tomorrow in my mind. To finally sleep… and sleep for eternity. But I was too bound by the outside world. Too many responsibilities.
It wasn't that I was afraid to die… I just wasn't courageous enough to do it. The reasons not to die were so heavy that I simply couldn't go through with it.
So I stared into space.
Woke up.
Went to work.
Faked a smile.
Came back home.
This world is suffocating, boring, limiting.
I hate it—I hate it so much…
I wanted to die...
Those were my thoughts a few hours ago. But for once, something out there must have answered them.
Here I am… lying in the car…
I can see my own guts exposed, my neck probably twisted.
A tree branch has gone straight through my stomach, leaving a gaping hole.
My lower limbs? Crushed beyond recognition.
Just a wrong turn.
Just a worn-out tire.
Just a coincidence, right?
Or was it fate?
I don't know what happened in those moments.
I didn't scream.
