Try Thinking Without Me... You'll Probably Be Fine.

Suicide is no joke.  It is not an act that comes at random.  If you kill yourself, you will have put thought into it.
Why do it?
Why not?
Fuck you, I guess.
You are two killers who have some sick prize in your heads of my death.  Getting to take the light from me in a game that none of us truly understand.
I'm a very unique kill.
I'd be killed in 2 much different manners.
I'd much rather go with the other one.
He told me his plan.
It was so sweet.
This love, it hurts.
Yet, that is not why.
To kill yourself?
I don't know.
I haven't done it,
Though, all the doctors say I will.
The one will be glad when I die, only inconvenienced by my son.
The other? He will feel something he's never truly felt.
But it's going to do something he never thought possible.
And there's nothing he can do about it.
He left me here to suffer.
Dude, I think I've suffered enough.

Just watch.

I feel like, for you, I was the only one.

And that is forever.

You left me here.

You think you're leaving me here.

Where?

Why?

You must fucking hate me.

Uh-oh.

That's the other reason.