Gayle Forman. When she left (№ 212281)

People gather around, and their eyes linger on me too long. That's just not enough to get me out. I now can not cope with this. I generally wouldn't do it. Don't want to. Don't want anything.
I want to quit. To cease to exist. Lately this desire seizes me very often. Not to die. Not to kill myself. No, it's all rubbish. Rather, I just can't stop thinking about what if I never was born, I now would not have these sixty-seven nights in front, I wouldn't be here after this conversation with her. "You're the one that cornered - I remind myself. - There was no need to climb."