Bad things happen. But not worst enough.

"His words are like the sound of a needle dragging across a record. A sinking, sickening feeling washes over me. This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So when the whole thing spills, you aren't as devastated."

Really, get a killer and shoot me in the head. It'll be easier for you and me that way. At times, it disgust me to know I might actually understand, why my friend suicide. 

I get tired too. But tired of me. Tired of my life.