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"But I am okay." "NO YOU'RE NOT!" He's nervously running his fingers through his dark brown hair. "Yes, I am. Everyone is always okay. I was committing suicide and being okay. You want to know how? Because okay is a word you say you are when you want people to leave you the fuck alone. Everyone knows that okay is just a word that means you feel like you want to die, but you're stuck in forced human interaction. Okay is the second shittiest word in the English language." "What's the shittiest word?" "Suicide. Makes it sound like it's a legal transaction between you and yourself, when all that happens is you try to die. They should call it attempted death or something. Suicide is a bullshit word the people use when they want to sound formal. The fact of the matter is that offing oneself is never formal. There are no rules to follow; you just have to try to make yourself die. Suicide is like a pickled herring, making its way down your throat with all the reluctance in the world and leaving a shitty aftertaste in your mouth." After an "attempt to die", Renée has to deal with the old and the new, leaving her wishing that she was dead and wishing she was alive all at the same time.
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