My mom kicked me out of the house we share. Its illegal for me to be there so I'm sneaking around. I figure i can get a quick nap in before I sneak all my stuff in. But suddenly, I hear her walking around the house. My old college roommate finds me and tells me I should get a move on. I find my way outside after slipping past her, but some guy I've never met is patrolling the house with a shotgun. I figure, now's my chance to kill myself, or rather, finally die. I move closer so he can spot me, and duck down at the last second so all the shrapnel hits my brain. Instead of dying immediately, my head deflates like an old balloon. Turns out I had on some sort of Helmet. So while I wait to die, I pull out my phone to text this girl I'm in love with.But instead of her number or at least her facebook profile on messenger, I find her fetlife. It doesn't even look like her at first, but that kinda doesn't matter because I can make out her features. Then I see all sorts of lewd photos and get sad. Then I look at her relationship status, at first I think it says single, but looking again, it says shes been in a relationship since July 30.
Then all the stress gets to me and I wake up.