Imagine being born to two loving parents with hopes and aspirations for you. They sacrifice their own health and happiness to get you ahead, you forge memories and bonds. As the years go by and you get older things begin to strain, a divorce, medical bills, depression and hatred begin to set in. All of the loving memories fade and everything is replaced by a sense of dark despair. You lose your job. You become ostracised and alone, you develop weird habits and traits that further the divide. Your hygiene goes completely and you become an unrecognisable shell of a man in comparison to those dreams your parents once held. All hope is lost.
You go to the woods alone and scared, you take some rope and a carefully scribed note telling you’re parents that you are sorry and that you wish you could have never burdened them by being born. The rain patters n the canopy overhead as you kick out the log you were perched on and begin convulsing, unfathomable pain wringing your neck until your last breath.
And finally peace. The winds blow. The birds sing a sad lament.
>Three weeks later: WATS UP LOGAN ITS YA BOII THA MAVERICK COMIN AT YOU FROM JAP- OOOHHH SNAAP WE GODDA DEAD ONE HERE FOR REAL LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE.....
