Congratulations. You can always break a million things more when you just want to break one. The main shit, you, is unbreakable.

Where is the man on the phone that sweetly gives you the hint: kill yourself?

Where is your Romeo + Juliet memory, from the happy moment you first tried to kill you?

Where is the damn courage you have a large mouth to say you have it but that is as hollow as your shinning shitty dreams?

Go hurt yourself, go feel something.