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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I'm very, very sorry. A declaration like that typed out on a phone in front of a river is very scary. As an author who wanted to have his blog either be for comedy or stories, I feel it was very rude to drop that out of nowhere.

Also, not dead.