We all have days when we don't feel like going on. I seem to be having these days increasingly often since this year began. Without the strength (or weakness?) one needs to follow through with the ending of one's own exsistence, I can only wish that this or that semi truck would cross over the line that separates my little car from his oncoming lane. Nevertheless, day by day I hear about fatal car crashes and freak accidents in the news, while my drives to whatever pointless place I am heading continue in a pattern of complete uneventfulness. Whatever comes of my life, I don't want to continue one more day in the pain that this relationship has caused us. I can't share one more breath with a liar. I can't live under the roof of a man whose words sear through me and rip me apart like a whip. How many more times? How much more?