I might kill myself on the 28th of April. I know it’s a selfish thing to do, but I like to image it as a way to finally get my point across. I’m practically worthless. I only have a few friends who both deserve better than me. I know killing myself would make them miserable for a bit, but what if after all that they become stronger as people? What if things change for the better? I know my death will be a terrible thing outright, but who knows. Sadly, none of this matters. I’ll probably scare myself too much to do it anyways. Have a good April, I guess.