I think it’s slightly wrong that I could go years without a suicidal thought, but at the slightest mention that breaking up with Jorenko is an option we both don’t want to take, but it’s still there – that launches me into envisioning myself plumiting from my 8th story window, or scraping my head along a brick wall until it’s scraped away.
There is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.