If I had a gun and you where in front of me - I would not hesitate to shoot you. I would fire the bullets one after the other until the sorry sound of the gun clicking was all that filled my ears - I would then drop to the floor in agony and realisation that I should’ve saved a bullet for me. That I should’ve let you shoot me. So you could kill me all over again.
Excerpt from the book I’ll never complete (via wombat-combat-ninja-sloths)








