The sad one is going through deep depression, and thinks nothing matters anymore. Nobody waits them at home, and after another lonely night of drinking alone they kill themself around 2am by overdosing on sleeping pills. Their corpse is found a month later when the neighbors complain about the smell. Nobody attends the funeral.

The happy one is going through deep depression, and has passed the threshold of holding onto anything. They’ve put their things in order, cleaned their house and browser history, and given away tons of stuff so nobody has to sort through them. They’re now on their way to jump of a cliff they have chosen for the perfect view. Their suicide ends up in the news cycle and everyone says how terrible, until it is forgotten before the next week.

I already came across that notion and decided it would just be better if everyone else died.

“Happy holidays”.

The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you’re never going to see again.

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