desidia

I learned a lot from the bell jar.
I never would have thought to hide after a pill party;
or as we call them in twinpeaks, a pink pill party pirate picnic of pain.
maybe if I was lucky I would turn into a superhuman cheerleader with an eyepatch and wreak havoc upon the landscape until the confederates won the war.

David Lynch aside though, I'd have to go with razors, theres something so appealing about bleeding to death. I hear anti-freeze is sweeter then sugar and twice times as deadly, but really ideally I'd become a vampire.

All a vampire would need to commit suicide is stay up late. I wish it were so easy for me.