"Fine. First off; I have severe clinical depression, and want to shoot myself every day" [i]I say, grabbing a 1911 semi from my waist and standing at the door, holding it to my head, and firing, the bullet going cleanly through, and I holster the gun. [/i]"but I can't. Then there the fact my wife left me last year, I can't get a girl for shit, I asked someone out past week. Turned down. I save the person I like, someone else, twice on Corra. She goes lesbian for the person who's brother I had saved, by convincing him out of suicide. Then other dimension me managed to get someone. And finally, a friend who I remodeled the face of to look like me manages to get someone. Fūck life, if I could kill myself, you bet your ass I would've" [i]I say, tears glazing my eyes, before I walk out, dropping my pistol on her floor accidentally, too sad to pick it up[/i]