I’m this close to killing myself. Of course I won’t because what if the world I die and go to is full of herpes infections and has no way out!
But yes, cold sores that are fairly common is an uncommon, unbearable malady when it comes to me because of all my other health complications. It’s not just like an annoying pimple on my lips but it festers and looks like something a bad witch has hexed upon me. And then I can’t eat, talk, or do anything. And I lose energy, I lose every shred of positivity that I am trying to bring about in my life. It’s the last straw. I have borne all sorts of pain in the past three years but every time this happens, I begin to feel suicidal.
And this happens to me two days after staring a new job! Why?
So in my head, I have finally kissed new job, and the hope of ever getting better and leading a normal life, goodbye. And that’s all.
And this is another thing you owe me.
So like that. Put me in that hospice already, as the husband says.