You're crying.
You're sobbing. Uncontrollably.
You can't take this.
You walk to your bathroom and start looking through your medicine cabinet.
You find a full bottle.
You start walking back to your room, bottle in hand. You're searching for paper and a pen.
You find the pen and paper. You start writing. Your note is a full page, front and back. You think it's good enough, not like anybody's going to find it.
You decide nothing you do is good enough.
You pick up the note and the bottle.
You head to the bed.
"Bottoms up." You say through your tears.
You take the whole bottle of pills. You put the note in the pill bottle. You close the bottle.
You decide you might as well be relaxed while this happens. You put on some music and fall asleep.
You wake up. You're still in your bed. You're still alive. You're still sad. You're still depressed.
You look at the bottle.
"Multivitamins"
"Shit." You say out loud, barely over a whisper.
You walk to the closest mirror, which happens to be in the bathroom.
You're the hulk.
