I’m done digging now.

I know from all the stories that I’m the villainess in this equation. I’m white, moneyed and getting what I want.

I have abandoned the only humans to show me any love. The other animals have the good sense to die.

The farther gone I am, the less I will feel this particular pain. The loneliness remains constant.

There aren’t enough pills in the world to fix what’s wrong with me. With luck, there are just enough in this bottle to finish me off.

98% chance I’m going to be just fine. Without Facebook, I’d say 100%, except no one could ever know.

Like I was never here.