I Do Not Fear It: I Have

And I Sit Here Without Identity: Faceless. My Head Aches.

I've Eaten A Bag Of Green Apples. Boarded The Train, There's No Getting Off

Very Depressed Today. Unable To Write A Thing. Menacing Gods. I Feel Outcast On A Cold Star, Unable To Feel Anything But An Awful Helpless Numbness.

What Is My Life For And What Am I Going To Do With It? I Don't Know And I'm Afraid.

Pretty Soon, The Only Doubt In My Mind Was The Precise Time And Method Of Committing Suicide. The Only Alternative I Could See Was An Eternity Of Hell For The Rest Of My Life In A Mental Hospital, And I Was Going To Use My Last Ounce Of Free Choice And Choose A Quick Clean Ending.