Maybe you needed that special kick in the ass to get you out of bed. The internal kick, the one that yells at you, the one that wants you to be motivated, but ends up just being annoying. It follows you around, lingering after every bad decision you make. That internal kick is there to make your life better, even if you don't quite see it. You could be lying in bed, wallowing in pain. Your eyes could be heavy with tears, breaking out and rolling down your face. But instead you chose to listen to the kick, and now you are talking to your friends. Your friends love you. They would understand. Don't keep it in. Tell them. Tell them of the pain. Tell about your will to end it all. They will listen, they will understand. Your friends love you.
But how should I know. You don't know me. I don't know you. I could be wrong. But there's something that tells me I'm completely correct. Your dark wills can cause more pain than they will relief. That's the same truth for everybody. So listen to me, or don't. You don't know me, and I don't know you, so why should you even read my words? Well there isn't a reason. I can't think of anything to say to get you to stay. Just one more thing. I am right. Whether you choose to believe me or not. I am right.
