What exactly is there to live for? I thought. Shit at work isn’t so hot. I can’t get laid to save my life. Bills are piling up out of nowhere. What’s the fucking point anymore? Why not just end my life right now? As I lay in bed, contemplating on killing myself, the lamp on the nightstand to my left flickered. I figured it was just the electricity about to go out for the fourth time in six months due to me not paying the bill on time, so when it did I didn’t budge. “This room is about as dark...