Balcony's Rock Cactuses

Prologue: Hello! Let me introduce you to my non backed-up arguments.

I have been absolutely exhausted for the last... I guess, 5,6 years? I don't know how much can keep on doing this. Did you know that sudden waves of emotions hitting a person too hard can cost them a serious heart attack? Yeah yeah, some people always say dying because of emotions is a cool way to die, I don't like to give them that option. I don't like training myself, strengthening myself just so that I can die for someone's good.

But humans, imprudent little humans. When they are hurt, are lost.. The things they can do are scary.
They are very fond of water, hanging themselves and don't get me started on their love of sharp objects.

A load of pathetic bullshits!
It is real bullshit I tell you! But who am I to say... Maybe your narrator here is just a hypocrite himself.

I remember getting extremely anxious and dizzy everytime I was cut. I felt betrayed, you know. Me, here, doing all the hard work, keeping you all alive and you repay me with what? You ungrateful bastards try to kill yourselves.

Hello, I am Jem. Well. Not exactly.. Jem and I are two different minds, but we, unfortunately are stuck together.

I am not going to narrate this story much. This might be my one and only shot intro. And I might have to step back to tell you about Jem, sweet little Jem.

I just have to say this before I go.
Don't try and kill yourself, swwet childrens. Life is deadly, but whoever gives you an opportunity at it certainly wouldn't want you to waste it for nothing.

Yes, the reality is that we are all going to die. Might as well make it worth than a dollar.

Rainy days come, but so do the sunny ones.

A depressive episode can last a lifetime. But if there is black then there is also white.

Beaches are there for you to enjoy a nice sunkiss love.

Rivers are for the nice breezes, the cleansing water scent, not for drowning yourselves in it.

Tall buildings are for the sky gazing nights and watching the full moon with a couple of beers or glasses of wine in your hand. Not for jumping off and leaving the alives to clean up your blood.

Don't die a coward, don't die a useless bastard. Die happy and fully. Don't look at death as an escape, look at it as a lovely rainbow fullstop.

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If you readers think my words are effective, thank you, I love you.

If you think it is a load of bullshit and still want to die. You can kill yourselves, I don't care. I am your narrator, not your therapist.

Peace out,
Jem's Heart.

P.s: Going to use scissors to cut this paragraph out. NOT TO STAB MYSELF!