Nothing matters, anymore. Yeah, I hear you. Life is priceless, it’ll be okay, give your heart to God. Move on, I’m here for you, one day at a time. Suicide? Think of your family. Think of your friends at your funeral. Imagine the pain you would cause. You know, a terminally ill kid would give anything for the years you want to throw away. You’re sick. You really need to see a doctor. Not all medicine is bad. Therapy isn’t what you think. It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.
Yeah, I really do hear you. I’m even listening to you. Of course, of course. I believe you, really, every word. But nothing you’re saying is changing how I feel. Or changing that I don’t feel. I just don’t care.