It happens fast for some people and slow for others. Accidents or gravity, we all end up mutilated.

I didn't particularly want to live much longer than that. Life seemed rather daunting. It seems so to me even now. Life seemed too long a time to have to stick around, a huge span of years through which one would be required to tap-dance, and smile, and be great! And be happy! And be amazing! And be precocious! I was tired of being too much, too intense, too manic. I was tired of people, and I was incredibly tired with myself. I wanted to do whatever 'Amazing Thing' I was expected to do and be done with it. Go to sleep. Go to heaven where there was nothing, but bathtubs and books.