i used to have only two rules for suicide, developed when one day i was riding metra to work one day and we were … “unexpectedly delayed.”

   1. Don’t fuck up anyone’s commute.
   2. Don’t leave a disgusting mess for the EMTs.

later i added a third rule, when i had moved into an apartment building i’d been specifically looking forward to having rooftop access at, only to learn that literally a week before i moved in, they’d cut off rooftop access due to a jumper.

   3. Don’t fuck up any of my shit.

now, i see (after reading this) that i neglected to set a very obvious rule out. thus i present to you the world premiere debut of sabrina’s fourth rule of suicide:

   4. Don’t take anyone with you, you selfish bastard.