The brave do not sit in their cars. They do not cry to themselves. They get the fuck off their asses, they march right through those doors and they tell the truth.
Shut up, you don't think I know that? I know that. Give me a couple more minutes.
There's no time left. You go now, or you put the keys back in the ignition and drive off the nearest cliff. Your choice.
Fine, I'll go. Christ. You give me undesirable options, you know that right? People say I'm a piece of shit, but I think that's because they have yet to meet you.
Don't be a shit. "Excuse me?" She's a pretty woman. And here you are, dropping all your problems on her shoulders. Turn around, you'll never be able to say it anyways. Don't ruin her life. Don't do to her like you've done to so many others.
You're not strong enough. You should've stayed home. You're not brave. You're weak.
Look how confused she is. You're ruining her night. Her life. She's going to go home and cry just like you do. Don't do this.
You pushed me to this. You told me to do this. Why are you making me turn around? Just let me do this.
I will. You told me I could.
Believe it or not, sometimes I'm wrong. I was wrong about you being able to do this, but I'm right about you turning around and driving off that cliff.
Great, now look what you've done. She's got to call a doctor over to deal with your shit life. You'll never get rid of this. You'll never get rid of me. No matter what you do you'll always be useless. Worthless. A disease. All of your brain cells must've jumped ship long ago, because you seem to have forgotten that.
"I want to kill myself."410Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ49e01CnJPJns220.127.116.11da2