Drugs.

Regret.

The man woke up from a nap.

it was cold and uncomfortable. The room looked the same, and there was no noise in the house.

He had a headache, and he sighed. This is life, for the next life. He pulled a cigarette out, lit it and inhaled. The warm smoke filling his lungs. It instantly got warmer. He heard something and turned around, a man with an electrician suit looked at the body that he used to live in. The electrician looked down at the body, and glanced in the corpse's ear. Blood. He gasped, as if he was choking, and he ran out.

Kurt was confused and scared. Someone discovered the body. It was April 6th and it was cloudy out, the sky looking sad. It made Kurt sad, but Kurt had to stop being sad. He killed himself for a reason, to be unsad. But the truth is, when you're dead, you're gonna be sad forever.

-an hour later-

Kurt sobbed, getting small hairs out of his mouth. His face was red and his eyes were puffy and pink. Regret flows inside his mind. He misses his sister, mom, friends, and he mostly misses his daughter. Kurt scratches at his wrists, seeing blood trickle down them. Why was he suddenly.. calm? he wiped off the blood and looked at the wall with all of his mind on it. Good god, it was terrifying.

"I'm so sorry for the people that have to clean this.." he whispers to himself, touching the blood. As he pokes the wall with his blood on it, his eyes fill with tears.