he had been in bed all day. You'd only been living with your worst enemy, not just your bully, Jeff for three months. for the last two weeks, he hadn't left his room. he didn't eat, he didn't drink, he didn't go to the bathroom, he didn't do anything. I started to worry and you went to check. you walked into his room and it was dirty and messy. you found jeff curled up in a bale on his bed and crying. "Damn me and when I was born! Just let me die!! Holy shit!!!"