I guess it wouldn’t be so bad to die…

You wouldn’t be mad at me anymore.

Maybe.

But then suicide’s a sin.

I’d go to Hell.

Guess I know where I’m going, huh?

What a waste of life.

A waste of space.

Should go and get the knife now…

Maybe…

No.

I think I’ll live another day…

Maybe…

See what happens tomorrow.

And I might just wait to see what the day after that.

But don’t get your hopes up.

I’m still contemplating.

Because the knife’s still in my hand.

And my blood’s just asking to spill.