"Amy. What now?"
"It's seven am now, Kyle. You should be up."
"I am, okay? I've been up since, remember, FOUR AM!"
"SORRY. But too bad for you that you couldn't go back to sleep."
"Amy. So why are you calling?"
"I'm contemplating life or death. It's a very um.... Serious."
"Oh," he says.
The mood darkens slightly between us.
"Let's talk about death," I suggest.
"You can't go back," he says.
"I know. But my mother is dead. And I miss her. There's nothing is this life worth living for, Kyle. Nothing anymore. Nothing can make me smile, laugh, or anything. It's worthless. I'm useless. Kyle, I have this ever growing list of reasons to die, and barely any reasons to still keep in. Survive. Or anything. There is too many reasons why I should just end it all. Stop breathing, living, moving. I can't do this anymore. I'm tired.... Of it all. "
I finish, in tears, after pouring out my heart and soul. I am tired of this crap. Tired of this world. Living. Moving. Talking. Breathing. Eating. Everything.
I wait for an answer patiently, phone to my ear.
Until I realise he that he had hung up on me. Again.
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melancholia ✔︎
Cerita Pendekall i need is a reason to live. a reason to keep living in this hell you call life. because melancholia is just too hard to control all alone.
