“Do you do anything to make your life better?” She’s accusing me. 

“I will, soon.” I would like to see her reaction when I kill myself. 

“Let’s wait then.” Mocking me. 

I don’t feel like sleeping. I just want to lay in bed and think about anything. 
I’ll regret my decision tomorrow. 

There’s not really tomorrow when you do not sleep and therefore separate today from tomorrow. It’s just a continuous flow of seconds, minutes and hours. 

I’ll regret my decision later.  


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