I'm doing 31 things
I’m never going to get rid of this feeling. It won’t go away so I’ve decided to pacify it. It has agreed to quietly sit in the corner while I work my way through this list. Oddly enough, I feel better now that I’m not fighting it.
Now that I know that it’s an option for me, I can approach my life with an enthusiasm I didn’t have before. I feel like I have nothing to lose now. It takes the specter of suicide to give me the confidence to just not give a shit about the things I do in my life. I’ll do what I please for as long as I like and when I’m done, I’ll quit. For some reason, it feels better this way.
