Clementine Ford
- Fight Like A Girl
I didn't want to kill myself. But I found myself frequently daydreaming about how nice it would be to lower myself into the ocean from the end of a jetty and just let the waves carry me out to sea. In my imagination, it would be less like dying and more like surrendering. I could give myself to the ocean, and everything would be okay. I could be salt and froth and calm and storm, but most of all I could finally be something that wasn't me.
