People usually drink wine with meals,
Rosé, white or red regardless,
I take a swig of poison,
but don't take salt, but arsanic.
A sucide attempt, how drole.
Happiness in a bottle of sleeping pills.
You misunderstand my situation, doctor.
I don't want to die;
just live a different life.
Have you ever looked in the mirror
and not liked what you had seen?
Yes? Well imagine that,
for twenty three years.
I have hated myself since I was,
about eight.
No I don't blame my parents.
Nor, the kids at school.
I blame the razor blade,
for looking like the best fricking date,
to my prom!
So doctor, please understand.
This is all an act.
I think your the one with the problem.
Me? I'm just a girl without a care in the world,
but with the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I promise I won't take more than
the recomended dosage.
But I can't promise I'll make my
next appointment.
