At this point, I'm feeling like I have nothing to live for. Kid is gone, and the only feeling that controls my body is sadness and anger. I know that people would be sad if I passed on, but it's better than staying alive just to mope around like a wet tea bag anyway. That's what I'll do. I'll kill my self. But wait..what's that in the knife? Is that?...no. I'm being my dumb stupid self. That can't be him...can it?