confessions of the foolish one.

people falling in and out of love. a common phenomenon. how many times have you heard the cliched, seemingly overrated line, "i will always love you" ? suddenly, a few days later, someone has a change of heart. the truth then starts to sink in. you're left all alone. terrified, cold and desperate for the warmth of a loved one. you turn to your friends, they don't seem to fully understand your situation.

you feel depressed, void of all emotions. you contemplate suicide. but decide to inflict pain on yourself instead; by cutting your arm. you feel a little better. the pain from cutting yourself relieves you from the emotional pain you're feeling. but it is only temporary. soon you're back to square one.

you then seriously start to think about suicide. thinking of how life would be better off if you weren't living it. you go up to the highest floor of your flat, take one look down and bid farewell to this cruel world. not too long later, you find yourself laying on the ground floor, with your body twisted in weird ways. so, now you're dead. what next ?

i guess it must be pretty awesome for people to remember you as the person who took the easy way out after a setback; at your own funeral. explain that to the people who cared for you. oh, i forgot. you can't, because you're foolish enough to claim your own life.

have fun being dead.