dropping dairy
i had wanted to stand atop our office building today, but the door to the rooftop was locked. at times of great misery, staring down a high ledge is perfect. it reminds me of the short distance between suffering and my own peace. it seems so easy to just jump off. but no, the door was locked. life really isn't bad as it appears to be. i have a home. i can afford food. i live in surplus. and it's because i have them that i want to die. i'm not impoverished. i'm not desperate to live. the beauty of life is as delicious as my 33rd consecutive pint of ice cream.