So here’s the thing, right? I never wanted to be alive in the first place. I’ve been grossly depressed for a good part of my life, and the medication really only helps take the edge off. Most of my family has died on me unexpectedly. I ain’t been able to hold down a steady job in forever. I can’t even sleep properly at night.

I never even celebrate my birthday. Why? Because I didn’t ask to be born and I wish I never was.

But, here’s the thing. At home, there’s a dog waiting for me to get home. He has this special way of wagging his tail, see? He gets real happy when he sees me. And then he’s got this other sad wag, like he knows when something is wrong and he wants to comfort you.

The fact is, if you send me outta here in a body bag, all cut to ribbons, you’d be doing me a favor. In fact I’m on your side. But you’d be breaking old Marley’s heart. I just can’t help but picture him worried sick, waiting for me to come home, not knowing that I never will. Can’t you just picture that sad tail? It would break his heart.

And I don’t believe, deep down, that either of us are the kind of person who wants to do that.