“I’d rather crush in my own skull, then go to my work.” He wondered if he meant it, picturing himself being murdered by his boss for not going to work instead. “I go, because I have to go.”
“That’s why everybody goes.”
“I know that, but I… UH, it don’t matter.” He wanted to live and to die all at once. All the varying circumstances whirring about in his head. “I’m not a good person.”
“Quit saying that!”
“You quit telling me to be positive! Sometime, facts is, it ain’t all roses!”
“You have a great life compared to many.”
“Yes I know others have it worse than me, but that doesn’t make me feel better, it makes me feel worse. So, thanks. Thank you for showing me that I am incapable of helping others. Real confidence booster there.”
“How would you help others? Do you know anyone needing help?”
“I swear! Look, just give me the brain pills doc! The ones that make you cope with doing what you don’t want to do, and let me go.”
“Hmm, yes, I’ll give you two.”
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