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.
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.