it was around 2 in the morning, you laid on your bed staring at the ceiling wishing you had a better life than the one you had now. You slowly got out of your bed and walked to the kitchen to try and forget about it, until you noticed a knife that you slowly picked up, you thought about it for a second, and then you felt someone grab your shoulder. It was your roommate scaramouche

“What are you doing with that knife at 2 in the morning?”