Exit plan.

I can't remember the last time it didn't cross my mind. It's a daily occurrence. Some days it's all that comes to mind and others it just lingers. Constantly I wonder when it'll happen and where I'll be. But what I think about most is how it'll happen. A rope? a ledge? a container? a barrel? They all seem so accessible, because they are. But I always get stuck on the potential pain. I want it to be painless. I wish Death would visit me before I visit Him. In the end, I'm a coward. My punishment is to suffer.