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Nobody cares about me. So what is the point of living? We live a short and depressing life. Nobody cares if I live or die. Should I live the whole short and depressing life or end it right now. At this second I am thinking about ending it right now. I think I am making the choice. Nobody will miss me. Nobody cares what I do to myself. I put the gun to my head and my finger on the trigger. BOOM! It’s all over. Now I am in a peaceful place but when I look down I see that a lot of people missed me. Did I make a mistake? But it’s to late to change my mind. Then I look down again and see all of those tears then I look at me in my coffin. I look like I am in a peaceful place, but all of those tears for just one person. ME! All of those people crying because I was dead but why that didn’t pay any attention to me when I was alive, but now since I am dead they are all paying attention to my body.