Boy: So, you say that if I swallow that WHOLE bottle of pills, then I will die? All the pain would... Stop, right? All the ache and worries. They would all just... disappear?
Death: Yeah, just death. No strings attached. So? What's your choice? A life full of terrible moments and heartbreaking words? Or a death, calming, and ending everything
Boy: Well, the thing is, I don't actually wanna die. I just want to remind everybody that I still exist. But, I want to make them feel bad. For what they've done. You know, make them feel guilty, and regret. But, I know things will get better.
Death: Ha. How can you be so sure that things will get better?
Boy: Thats how it always is. Really hard, then easy for a bit. Then we go back to hard. The pattern continues. Things always get easy for a bit. I know that I won't be depressed forever.
Death: You'll do fine, kid.
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Suicide
RandomFor all those days and bad thoughts. I'm happy your still here. This is what is going to happen after your gone, IF you are suicidal... Read this lovely story. I'm also kinda making this my little thought book. I can't explain. Read it. It'll help...
