I want to disappear.
I want to disappear, which is not equal to dying.

I suppose. Does wanting to disappear makes me suicidal? I mean, I would never end myself, nonetheless, I want to disappear.

Let’s look into it. When I say I want to disappear, I’d just like to vanish, cease to exist. That doesn’t make me suicidial.

But what if I get misinterpreted. What if people think I want to die?

It’s not the same. Look, I want to vanish in nature, I don’t want to be a thought anymore, I don’t want to be a memory. Every people who’s ever gotten to know me, will never remember who I was.

What’s dying? It’s painful, for all the people sharing the same memories as me. So, why would I want to do that?

I want to be darkness.

And I’m done for tonight, see you next time.

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