I made a drastic realization that no one is coming back. Ever. I'm not, you're not, she's not, they're not. It's been a bad day, and it's not even time for soaps yet.
That's why suicide is a waste. Might as well stick it out and see how your life plays out. You'll come visit me in the old people's home or on the sidewalk grate I'm sleeping on, right? You better!
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