Writhing

This is a short fiction which holds my beliefs about life and death, and what it means to have the choice of when you will die. I am not condoning suicide, I've been to dark places throwing the idea around in the past, but what I realized was that all I had was control of when I will cease to be, I'm not going to take my own life, but the fact that I can, and that this life really is my own has kept me sane throughout my life thus far.