Tori

“Thought rises calmly to the surface of his mind: I wish I was dead. Same as everyone sometimes surely. Idea occurs, that is. Remembering something embarrassing you did years ago and abruptly you think: that's it, I'm going to kill myself. Except in his case the embarrassing thing is his life. Doesn't mean he wants to really, or even if he does, not as if he would do it. Just to think, or not even think, but to overhear the words inside his own head. Strange relief like a catch released: I wish. Deepest and most final of desires. Something bitter in it too, luxuriously bitter, yes. And why not. Why doesn't he, that is, if the idea is so consoling. Oh, for other people, of course: to protect them. Other people prefer you to suffer.”
― Sally Rooney, Intermezzo