Prologue

--One--

I don't know how to start this, so i'm just going to put pen to paper and write until i end up where i want to be. Then i'll write some more.

Actually, that's as good a start as any; if i ever get to write anything again, i'll remember that.

I decided to kill myself the other day. All because of a girl. You are probably imagining a scene of heartbreak and sadness, of crying and of a sulkish decision, but it was nothing like that. This was a positive, uplifting decision. Something that brought calm and happiness to me. I guess I better explain.

I've not been happy with life for a while. If i think about it, i've not been content for any decent period of time after my travels around North America. Life just seems to hurt, these days. Physically, partially, mentally mostly. Now say that ten times fast. Depression is a constant friend, ready to tap you on the shoulder at a moments notice, should it catch you smiling or, heaven forbid, laughing. Anxiety lives in my chest, and i often find myself on the verge of panic from too many thoughts thundering around my head. I have to live alongside an empathy that is so sensitive that other people's sadness can plunge me instantly into depths of despair. I find myself constantly wanting to be in love and be loved, and as a result, always feeling alone when there is no one there.

So to not exist would be to escape all of this pain and general hassle of life, and I had been toying with the idea for some time, although never seriously considering it. That was, until I met Vee.

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This is a story, that I will write as it unfolds before me.

After considering taking our own lives, me and my friend have decided to (on xx/xx/xx ) run away, to escape life's chains and just live free of laws, restrictions, and all the things that hold us back from enjoying life. When things go wrong, which they are bound to do (run out of money, get cornered by the cops, get chased by a mob, on the verge of starvation) we will kill ourselves, as we originally planned to do.

But imagine all the extra life we will squeeze out beforehand. No really, think about it. What would you do differently if you had your own death sentence?

It may end abruptly, but this is our story, starting with a prologue to set the scene.

updated Nov 18, 2008 by Kevichella