I just had the most realistic suicide dream, in this one i blow my brains out with a gun, from right to left, the bullet leaving my body through my upper cheek. Then I can’t see a thing, and I breath fast until I can’t anymore. Then I opened my eyes, saw my pillow, and went back to sleep for a few hours before school. I’m troubled to see how little troubled I am about this. It was eerie, how fast I decided to shoot myself in the dream. I always was a good boy, never broke the law, never hanged with people who had guns, never was tempted to get a gun. The only gun related thing I do is play some videogames, and watch the news. I feel bad, and good at the same time.
