I didn’t give a fuck about anything
Nothing happened that made me do it. Nothing triggered it. I wasn’t even having a particularly difficult day. I was just sitting, watching a man...
A mundane afternoon of mind-numbing daytime television leads to an impulsive decision: it’s time to end it all. But when a faulty ceiling fan and an overflowing upstairs bathtub intervene, the narrator is left laughing at the absurdity of their own survival.