It's ironic how everything came to pass. One moment you're moments away from just...ending your pain only to have your life flipped from depressing madness, to less depressing madness with more colored ponies around.
So long story short a friend of mine gave me a 'replica' weapon of Coyote Starrk. As a gesture of friendship a lot of people would be like 'that's awesome! Thanks!' for me...I did say 'thank you, this is nice' and did enjoy it but I wasn't really in the 'right mind' at the time. When I looked over it it just so happened to actually be a real pistol...sadly that's not something you want a depressed person to have at times, and sadly it wasn't one of those 'safe times'.
So when I wrote down my apology to everyone, and made sure to tell everyone what my stuff sold for and or who wanted them they could have it....I put it up to my head and fired.
Now that's where my old story ended, my new story starts with a little girl kicking me in the stomach for literally no reason while ponies are staring at me like I just committed murder...and in some way I did.
Here's a fun and depressing story that actually go hand in hand with me wanting to write something nice but vent problems with me. Hope you like it. There will be depressing and slight suicidal thoughts that I do not promote in any sense, sad things, and being mean to ponies when they want to help
