Wished i could get off the bed right now, but i cant, why? Because i just cant. Its so warm and cozzy here. Wanna join me?
No i cant, i am too busy planning my demise.
Ok no problem, hey! Will you join us at Bob’s place today?
No i cant, cant you see, i just want to kill myself, i just want to jump off a bridge or stick a big fat knife right above my navel, can you help me?
Hell no, what do you want to go about jumping off bridges and sticking knife in you navel for?
I am depressed
you re depressed, i never noticed that. But you look ok, you are always happy and funny.
(grunts from the kitchen)
what’s that happening over there don’t hurt yourself, cus i ain’t getting off this bed even if you stick a Spartan style sword in your navel.