It was a rainy October night, when I wanted to commit suicide. I had it all planned, to go out in the dark. Jump into the river and drown myself. I was standing at the edge of the bridge, looking at the water below me. And so, I was just standing there. When I looked around, I saw no one. As always. One of the main reasons why I want to commit suicide is... When I looked around, I didn't see anything. I didn't see anything or anyone in my life. I'm now an old man, to modern people standards. I tried to tell myself every day that, something interesting will happen. But... nothing happened. Maybe God hates me, if I would even believe in him or her. Everything in my life led to this point, and honestly, I don't regret it. If I will jump, right here, right now. At least there won't be any pain, not anymore. I'm curious if people will call me a coward. I chuckled at that thought. There won't be any people. Because there never was someone who would have cared. One lonely tear escapes my eye. And I will die. When I will see light, I will feel joy. And if dark, then also joy. I will stand up to whatever happens after death with bravery and joy. I will be a champion. And if the devil will want to burn me with his fire, I will only laugh. I may be a loser in that world, but here... I will be the Champion. Now... I will just say...
"Farewell, my old friend."
