[𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙎 𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙊𝙄𝙉𝙂]
𝚂𝚈𝙽𝙾𝙿𝚂𝙸𝚂
A boy who had no vision of life and only wanted to die However, it became clear that he met a man who assisted him in changing his life. He was led to the location where he would be suitable. The child...
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It's alright to be alone in life.
I was abandoned because I wasn't good enough for them.
I recognized they were correct.
I'm alive, yet I'm not doing anything correctly.
It had been a misfortune.
My goal is to cause ill luck to others around me.
They had all abandoned me. They all turned away from me.
But... That's OK; I'm going to die joyfully.
I'm now in a river. I wanted to swallow by the river, so I began going toward it. There is a strong current in the water right now. "I'm lucky," I thought to myself. The torrent of water surged at me with such force that it smacked my head of rock and bumped me. When I awoke, I was lying on the ground with my feet in the river. I suffered a head injury from being hit by a stone, yet there was no cut on my head. "Why am I alive?!" I screamed. I'm lying on the ground, thinking about how I'm going to terminate my life.
"Meow"
"Meow"
"Meow"
A cat startled me, yet the cat is strange since it is gazing at me. Weird. The cat is covered in black hair and has an orange eye. It's almost as if it's hypnotizing me, since I stopped gazing at the cat and quickly got up and proceeded to the high building to commit suicide, where I noticed an excellent building to leap from. While I waited, I took the elevator to the roof. I noticed a cat in the mirror near me, but when I turned around, there was no cat. Weird. I took a big breath and jumped as I arrived at the rooftop. I awoke in a flash, and there were a lot of people staring at me. I'm on the ground, covered in blood, and fortunate to state that I'm not wounded. I mean, Dude, if I want to kill myself, why can't you let me? Don't you think so? I have no broken bones or injuries. I'm alive.
I stood up and began heading to my house, wondering again and again and again how I would stop my life. I spotted a rope and attempted to commit suicide AGAIN. I took a rope, wrapped it around my neck, and committed suicide. I couldn't breathe and eventually passed out. Phew! Now that I'm dead, I may live in peace. But FUCK! I woke up in the morning! I was still wrapped around my neck on the floor; I was very heavy. Damn! "My next strategy is to stabbing," I told myself.
I walked to the kitchen to fetch a knife and observed a cat on the table; I've seen this cat previously on the river and in the elevator! It has orange eyes and is a black cat. I put down the knife and sat down next to him. "Do you know how many times I've killed myself?" I asked the calm cat. The cat comes closer to widen his eyes. The cat's voice is "meow." "It's really difficult, Dude," I said. I took the knife once more and stabbed my chest numerous times, my blood not stopping pouring. I began to feel dizzy and eventually passed out.
