Some days, you just have a sudden realization of how shitty everything in your life is. You get drunk, or not, and lie down wishing that you would just die in some painless way because being dead seems a whole lot better than your shit life. You're too afraid to actually kill yourself or you're tired of feeling pain, so you wish somebody would do it, painlessly, for you. You end up wishing for somebody illogical, such as God, to do it for you. You wish to do all this because you can't bear it anymore. You can't remember the last time you were happy. You want to see how people will react to your death because that way you would see who really did care.
You wake up the next morning, and resume your life.
You wake up the next morning, and resume your life.