I came to the conclusion that life’s all fun and games, with the bundle of puns I’ve created on social media and the moments of joy I created with them. For once, what I am about to say is not as fun as the things I usually say, on a daily basis. A few years ago, I had depressing bouts and suicidal thoughts. I was an introvert (I still am) and my grades were as high as a freshly-cut piece of grass. I told the few friends I had, at the time, that it was my final curtain. Not knowing what to do, they told my parents. To this day, I thank my friends, even though I lost contact with all of them, for what they did.
Imagine, I was such a f… idiot that I couldn’t do my exit the right way. Talk about smartness (or lack thereof).
I sometimes begin to wonder if my absence would have had any footprint or if I was nothing but a star’s dust. This is not a suicide note. You won’t see my name in the stratospheric necrology pages (or even in the stardom ones, but I couldn’t care less about those ones) and you won’t have to come to my party, since I might not come to it, either. This is a cry for help or, if you will, a plea for long-lasting friendships, and nothing much else.
Thanks for reading.