So here it is the end of the beginning. On a Saturday afternoon on June 22nd, 2024 precisely 3:14pm on Roncesvalles Avenue in Toronto, Ontario I decided to end it all.
Not my life, or this existence but the pain and suffering. I’m 6 months from 25, a quarter of life; just like that. Naturally the existential dread is all consuming and I can barely breathe over the rush of smoke in my lungs just to keep me right over the edge of sanity and something I don’t even know the word for.
Love? Acceptance? Validation? Doesn’t sit right, nothing ever sits right with me.
