Talk:Sakusei shō Z/@comment-28987797-20160725213838/@comment-27355376-20160725213912

Sometimes, I want to die. No, not sometimes -- all the time. But nobody knows that. They just think I'm kidding around, but they will never understand my suffering. Everyday I go through the motions and burdens of life, weighed down by the things that want to falter my passions, my ambitions, my hopes, my dreams. To this day I think of what could happen if I made one more mistake and ruined everything just like I did last year, and the year before that, and the year before that, and the year before that. But it's a common thought now. I've learned to simply not care what comes to bruise me.

Sometimes I find myself standing over the abyss -- the edge, wanting to fall down slowly with arms extended and neck looking front. I would impale myself on the darkness below, and I would smile as with my last breath I said my final words. But nobody would hear it and God can't hear it either since he does not exist, so why bother? But if I were to utter those last words somehow, even with my dying breath, they would say...

"fuck off wanker"