I am about to lose my home. I've frantically been looking for apartments that I qualify for, but can't find anything. None of the more affordable efficiencies are close enough to my work-place; I have no car, and the bus schedule for this area is 7-7, no holidays.

I've hit my limit. I've got nothing.

And I'm scared. Terrified, really. I don't see any way out of this.

Beyond a needle. I've thought about it a while. I know the correct dosages to be fatal. The consequences are, however-- what if it /doesn't/ kill me? I suppose it's better than the humiliation of curling up in a grotto every night. Better than going hungry and sitting in the rain.