I had that thought again just now.

First time in a long time. Not since a few years ago, when I was taking the pills.

Primarily for her to carry that burden of guilt for the rest of her life.

Made stronger by the sight of the open window in my room.

I'm sick of it all. Ending it might be the best solution.

Childish? Yes. Stupid? Yes.

I'm going insane. Push me any further and I'll retaliate in a way that no one can fathom.

Over-reacting? Maybe.

This might be the last straw.