Once upon a time, your friend Soap was at your sleepover. With each passing hour, you talked about more and more personal topics -I don’t know what the problem is with the desire to exist. I'm tired of living from weekend to weekend. I had enough. I do not want anything. I'm not going to commit suicide or self-harm, but I won't say that I will regret it if my life ends. Although, if it ends, I’m unlikely to even understand it. - he smiled weakly