If I survived, it was not through any reserve of strength, faith, or
determination, not through force of will or love or passion for life, but
through laziness and incompetence and sheer ennui. I survived because I didn’t
care enough. I missed my opportunity. I survived because I failed to kill
myself just as I’d failed at everything else and for all the same reasons. It’s
as simple as that.
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