No one would care if I died. I don’t have the money or media attention to mean anything when I’m dead. Sure, my family may care for a little while, but who cares? I haven’t made a blip of a difference on this planet and I’ll go as if I was never here to begin with.
I hold the loaded pistol to my temples, digging it into my own skull. I’ve had friends give me the stupid advice to ‘never let life get on top of you’, but that is bullshit. Life got on top of me and I’ve had enough.
Who cares when I’m dead if no one knows who I am to begin with?
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