I keep getting told to call a suicidal hotline if gets bad enough and I promised to do so if I did.

Here I am, sitting in front of the snake river, and I call them.

“Hello, and welcome to the suicidal hotline~”
pause.
Same in another language.

I am sitting at the edge of a river, and it’s a machine. A machine to sort people out. Who call this in a last attempt to not do something.

Like.
I.
I just.

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