Today I wished that where I was wasn’t the end of the line. Today I walked into the town and wished the train station was in the middle of a route. Not the end of the line. I wished this so I could jump.
Today I walked through the woods and wished I could hang myself. Looking up at the branches and wishing I had the guts and a belt or something.
Today I had a headache I wanted to hug paracetamol but I stopped myself. As if I did I’d have taken the whole pack.
Today I wished more than once I was dead and that my life would be over. Today I wished it tomorrow I’ll wish it. I’ll wish it every day until it is over. That’s my Christmas wish.