"Hey, parents, that have been 19 years that I have been playing this game called life. I'm really sucks of it. I never wanted to play it, so I d'ont know why did you make me born. I'm trapped at home like a bird in this cage, and I wanna get out. I tried to get out of this game but never seen an "exit" button. That has been half of my like that I have been depressed I have no hope now I just want to die"
Alexis looked at the road.
It was totally desert and silencious.
A car took the road.
His haired whipped his face.
He stepped on the road.
It has been a really strange sensation, he was at the same time afraid but at the same time so happy and impatient.
This nightmare will finally and everyday, when he would woke up, he would not feel that terrible weight on his hart that never go away. He will not fuck up his arm anymore. He won't feel the paint. He will feel nothing. He heared a low noise. A truck. He was moving so slow. Alexis closed his eyes. He thought about all his life. He remembered all his fails, all these mountains that he tried to ascend but he was always falling up. And then he realised that he didn't finished his favorite film "run"; "Ok, I'll finish it and I'll suicide after" But the trucs was just beside him. He tried to move but was paralysed. He just felt the tears "God, I just want to finish my film" Brutally, the truck hit him. Horrible paint.

---inspired from real people's posts---

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