A couple of weeks ago, I got drunk and plowed my car into a tree, trying to kill myself. I failed, but I have to, rightly, make up for that. My point is, there is no one like Smilee Kylie, for example, here in my real life who inspires me to straighten me out. I have no Kylie of my own or anyone like her drawing air on the face of this planet, to choose life for. Do I invent an imaginary woman or just suck it up and check out?
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