I'm quite fond of existing, thanks. The recession might have ended my job and no one answers my letters, the warring factions of my family might grow ever further apart and after over a year I still have no idea why I get random migraines but I'll be damned if I'm going to say I wished that I was dead. My sense of humour, among other things, wouldn't allow it.
Sometimes I do wish everyone would just bugger off and leave me in peace, but that's only because being one of the only people that nobody minds talking to means you are privy to everyone's problems and secrets.
Sometimes I do wish everyone would just bugger off and leave me in peace, but that's only because being one of the only people that nobody minds talking to means you are privy to everyone's problems and secrets.