Dilemma of Love

Well, what do you think of a story that begins at an end?  Here am I, fallen down to my knees, sobbing, in between a road, wanting to make my death look like an accident. I am thinking more like the classic Bollywood style, getting hit by a truck. Dramatic. That's me and also how my anxiety makes me act. But about that later. I am done with life. What is there to existence anyway? I am waiting if anyone would push me off the street. I need attention to know that I matter because I have given up on that and so has my so-called friends and family. No point in life now.  Lucky me, my survival extinct kicked in, as soon as I saw a truck approaching, I jumped up and headed towards the metro station, wiping away my tears. That is the thing about suicide people do not get, it takes all of your will power to go against your primitive survival instincts to actually kill yourself. I am not that courageous but Robin Williams was. I think once you give up, and you are lucky, I mean, literally lucky, you will find an angel to help you through the process.  This is one of those kinds of books where the heroine finds the knight in shining armor only to find out that he is a total jerk. Falls in love about three times over a period of 6 years and eventually finds the love of her life.  Hang on there for an emotional rollercoaster ride.