What if I did it?
First off I just want to clarify I'm fine. A lot better than I was a few years ago, went to therapy and grasped at those straws of light once more, but I had a plan.
In that plan was how I would leave this world how subtle I would be so no one would be worried. Get all my eggs in a basket and float in down a river somewhere ya know. A part of that plan was packing my things away In storage and throwing away the keys. Finding a place for my lil furry anchors where they would be loved and cared for. This was years ago, but now that I'm packing things to move and start a new book in the life of me it kinda came back with a force. Not that I would do it now, but as I was packing my art room a sliver of that timeline came to view. Like this is it this is what I planned in another life and it kinda gave me a mini panic attack. Idk just writing this down to shoot in the void makes me feel better.