In those days of yore, one suicidal person nearly screamed at me: “You have no idea what it’s like to be me!!!”
“Of course I don’t..” was my reply. “Why, do you have any idea what it’s like to be me?”
He frowned hard (no doubt on the verge of punching my face). So I went on for the kill.
“Don’t be so arrogant as to think you’re the most miserable person here on earth. No matter how much you grieve upon yourself, the world doesn’t stop for you.”
And for that, another name was added to my list of fiends. Continue reading