That night in Tokyo.

Stage 4: Depression

We all experience things, but it's never this bad.

When I'm sad, I like to run away and hide from my problems. Afterwards, I face them again. It's a continuous cycle that never stops. It's bad enough I lost my parents due to a car crash, but another one for me pretty much brings up the tally of traumatizing things that happened to me.

This is too far. I like going on adventures that have that needed spark, but there's no more spark. It's almost like, my life is absolutely pointless. Great, I got charged with third-degree murder, what's next in my life? Great, now I'm suicidal.

I still think that I never meant to do this, but I've always, somewhere deep down wanted to accidentally kill somebody. I just wish that I was immortal, so I wouldn't worry about being sent on death row. Don't repeat, because then:

It'll be too late to save your depression.