Johng walked into his room.
It was Friday.
A very sad Friday too.
Every day was sad for Johng.
Every day was just pain and misery.
"I wish I were fucking dead." Johng sobbed, as tears rolled down his face.
"I wish I could just fucking die." He continued.
Johng Pulled out a bottle of 20 mg of cyanide.
He ate the contents of the bottle and passed out right then and there.
He was dead.
