Once . . . I've been wanting to tell someone this, Eileen . . .
once I came this close
to committing suicide.
There was just one thing stopped me.
Fear. I was just plain too afraid.
So, if I ever did commit suicide, I'd have to be so desperate
I wouldn't even let fear of suicide
stand in my way.
And yet if I could overcome a fear like that
I could overcome
all my fears, I bet.
And then, of course--
and here's the irony--probably
if I weren't afraid, I'd really want to live.
Only, by then, if I'd really conquered my fear of suicide,
it might be too late.
I might already, you know,
have done it.