I�m house-sitting for my sister. I am all alone. I want to die. And I am in a house with a gun. The only thing that is stopping me from using said gun, or any other method, is the fact that someone would have to find the body and that someone would very likely be my 9 year old nephew and there is just no way I�m going to be responsible for screwing him up like that.
So, instead, I�m making cards. And keeping my mind and hands busy. And pretending like tomorrow it is going to be okay.
