Stories

There's only one reason that I'm still alive. The pills didn't work. Maybe I didn't take enough. Maybe I knew they wouldn't kill me. Maybe it was just dumb luck. Whatever it was, I'm not sure how I feel about it. Sure, I'm not off trying to die again, but that's mainly due to my laziness. I can't be bothered to kill myself. I can't be bothered to make my life better. I can't be bothered to move. It's a rather depressing way to live.