[i]Candlelight flickers across these hands that type. I feel my very being implode, as the cringe takes root in my soul. The relentless onslaught of the cringe wrenches my mind into the depths of cringeworthiness. This is the kind of cringe that is so intense, even death is preferable to living on with it in your mind. I feel the greatest relief as the I sip the bleach and it burns my stomach lining. As the sweet release of death edges closer, I close my eyes, knowing that the cringe will never again touch my soul. I sigh with relief as I escape this crooked world, swimming in a sea of bleach and blood.[/i]