3/3/25 - The Day I Do It
The tale of my attempt.
Part 1: The Ping
I spring awake to what I believe is a ping from my beloved discord kitten but as I check my phone I realized it only a notification from my furry porn discord; not my beloved 14 year old e kitten. As I sit slumped over in sadness I decide I should get dressed for once.
Part 2: The Disaster
Reluctant to actually get dressed, I swiftly I put on my gamer fit ready for a day of rust. I rush to start my PC as I click the button nothing happens. I scream while pressing the button over and over again but nothing is happening. This is when my mom rushes in to see what I'm screaming about.
Part 3: The Tormentor
As Mom breaks through my door, pushing through the garbage behind it, she sees me crying over the thing I treasure most. She yelled at me that I need to grow up and get over it. So, I do the only reasonable thing in that situation I throw rotting food at her until she leaves.
Part 4: The Attempt
As she leaves my room I cry and wail and decide if I don't have my beloved PC, the one thing I can't live with out, then I should do the only option I have left and just kill myself. I tie a noose to my celling and place it around my neck. I kick the garbage I used to reach it out from under me. As soon as my weight drops onto the rope, it immediately yanks the ceiling joist out with me. I, my ceiling joist, and part of my ceiling fall to the ground slamming viciously. I cry and scream until mom shows up to kiss my boo boos and tuck me to bed for night nights.
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