It’s 2009 and I just split up with a girl I was maniacally in love with. Hindsight tells me our relationship was really more of unhealthy obsession…at least on my part. At this point in my life I was even more confused than I am now and my typical reaction pattern to such a stressful event was to feel suicidal and try to escape. The escape part of my reaction was fine because it was the middle of March and I normally go on a roadtrip every year in March as a celebration for my birthday. Usually I go with my brother but this year I planned on going on a trip by myself this year because the intent was either to snap/shock myself out of this depression or to kill myself in the secluded backwoods of some state park.