This story is a sequel to You Are Sick

Sometimes it's late at night, and you can't sleep. Sometimes you just stare at the ceiling and imagine what it would be like if you weren't here anymore, how the world would be different. Sometimes it seems like the world wouldn't even be worse off without you around, and that you might be better off without it.
But those are only idle musings and thoughts. It's not like you actually wish you were dead...
...right?

Warning: Contains depression and suggestions of suicidal/self-destructive thoughts. No actual death or physical self harm takes place. Please don't read this if you're feeling depressed or suicidal, I don't think this would help.

This is a stream of consciousness from the point of view of Berry Punch from the Broken Love series. Can act as a standalone.
Please don't worry. I'm ok.