So if suicide were an option I'd be on the brink of it. That vile creature that brought me into existence has a way of just ruining any pleasantry that could exist. I want nothing more than to be gone from this god forsaken land (where they live) and be back at my home!! It's because of her that I drea holidays and my borthday. What kind of a life is it when you don't even look forward to the holidays that are to bring us all together, or celebrate our existence. It's a plague that follows me around every year. A black sheet pulled over my face with the wakening realization that they are approaching. But the real kicker is the person sitting on top of the black sheets holding the pillow over my face, a new found appreciation for the cheap black sheets that have trapped air and allow me to breathe. Holding off the wanted asphyxiation, my bones begging for lactic acid to burn through the muscles, my vision fading blurring i can see the view slipping away from me, I thank god for the ending.