I want to wrap my car around a tree, or get stung in the neck by a bee, or fall off a cliff fifty feet. I want to die, But I want it to happen accidentally. I want to be laid down in a padded box where no one can see if I am wearing socks. I want to be dressed up in a pretty white dress where someone has closed my eyes. But please dear God, Don't let me be the reason for my demise. I want to be dead. But I am afraid to die. -B.H.