That’s the silly nickname I’ve given My Eye. My Eye’s unresponsive now, gone, I can’t reach My Eye. My Eye had just confessed to being very, very depressed. My Eye’s LGBT and from a really abusive family. I love My Eye, but I asked My Eye a difficult question right before My Eye went radio silent. I’m scared My Eye will commit suicide. My Eye’s the best I’ve ever had, I don’t… it’s… what do I do? I’m suicidal too. I don’t think I can take it. There has been a long string of deaths around me. I’m a bad luck charm, I guess. I don’t know that I can take more.
I just hope My Eye’s all right.