The Necessary Steps

I watched her walk away, and I watched myself do nothing to stop her.  I could see myself sinking into a deepening rut at work, knuckling under to the bosses and giving up on life.

God, I hated myself.

So I killed me.  It wasn’t hard.  Just snuck up behind myself and jabbed a screwdriver in my ear.  I didn’t struggle much; I think I knew I had it coming.

I’ve got that promotion, now, a bigger apartment, and a hotter girlfriend.  But I can’t quite shake the fear.  I don’t give warnings.  What won’t I like about myself tomorrow?