I’d just like to die, really. Right now. Painlessly. Wouldn’t that be something? … I wish the universe would just switch me off. Delete me. No, I wish it had already deleted me. I wish I hadn’t been born. I wish that I wasn’t here, saying these things.
Walking.
I wish that there wasn’t a South Shields and a North Shields.
What about the river Tyne? Do you wish there wasn’t a river Tyne?
I wish that there wasn’t a sky and that there wasn’t rain.
There isn’t a sky. That isn’t the sky. And the rain’s full of … shit. It actually scalds your eyes.
Work in Progress 