No way.

No way would I do something like that. I love people.

Would I do that? No, surely not. Not me.

No… I couldn’t live with that – with myself.

Oh, God.

Even imagining it frightens me. Imagining shows me how evil I could be.

But it’s not going to happen.

This knife, this space between my ribs near my heart. I can make sure I don’t do the things I’ve seen in my head.

You are safe. I love you.