NoRunninInDaHalls

POV: You have a great story idea but never get to writing it

What's your favorite song? Mine is 6:47 by Instupendo.

I'm going to make a series of Star Wars and possibly others stories soon. The first one will be about the bounty hunter Dengar.

Well, I got covid again. And this time, it's worse. Hopefully I die from it.

Just bought a new game to distract myself from my problems. Its called Star Wars Battlefront. I recommend playing it, for it is very fun and the fact it is in Star Wars can take your mind off of a lot of things.

Imagine you could have one fictional weapon. I would choose the book from Death Note, so I could massacre all the goddamn bullies that have made my life hell. They deserve to burn, in the deepest, darkest pits of hell, as slaves to Satan himself. From a certain point of view, I have, too. I have resided in my lonely room, as a servant to my emotions. Why can't I be rid of emotions? I wish I could, but then... Would I even be human? Anger, love, happiness, sadness, and fear are all parts of the human experience, correct?

Reasons I wish I could commit.
          1: Struggling with my sexuality. When I was born, I was assigned as a male, but now I can't determine whether I am a straight male or a asexual.
          2: Home sickness. I've been away from Oregon for years, and I can't go back. I moved here to CA in 2012. I don't quite understand why. My parents wanted me to "adapt to the heat", but I enjoy cold weather more. 
          3: Stress. About a month ago, school started up again, and I haven't found the time to write. And with all the 9 hour school days and 250 page homework packets, I could really just point my friend's dad's Glock to my head. (I'm hiding it.) 
          I won't commit, but I won't recover.

I've learned the impact that my suicide would have. As such, I have decided not to commit, a unfortunate decision for all of you good people wishing me dead just as much as I wish I was too. Though I may still be alive, I will likely never recover, even in reincarnation. You may feel hopelessness and despair knowing my pathetic presence proceeds to reside in this planet, but, even if you're deceased or in a better place/new life by then, my death will eventually come.

If you care, I would like whoever sees and reads this to listen to this piece of music known as Ylang Ylang. It really describes my emotions.

And so the one failed the test. Disappointed.