Join Date: Jun 2015
Location: North Central US
I have decided that when I get to a point of realizing that I will end up in the nursing home like my father I am going to drive myself to an isolated national forest in the winter, bring a bottle of Jack Daniels and drink till I pass out. One way or another that would do it, the cold, the booze or the wolves will take care of it. And if that don't work I will OD on my insulin to speed things along. I will never go into a nursing home.
I think I'm afraid to be happy. Because whenever I get to happy, something bad always happens.
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