I’m such a perfectionist I’ll never be able to kill myself. I can’t leave before I’m sure everything in my life is up to my standards. I have to perfect my downward-facing dog. Make an omelet that doesn’t fall apart. Get my avocado tree to bear fruit. Win a prize for my writing. Find god. Swim in the Pacific Ocean. Fuck that guy from graduate school. Be honest with my mother. Make amends with my father. Host the perfect Thanksgiving dinner. Tell you I love you. Tell you I love you. Get one more tattoo. Tell you I love you.