Yup.. A time I had suicide thoughts that was actually strong enough to make me actually have the same dream coming back to my head, and the same thought running in my brain about going to the schoool's kitchen and take one of the meat axes or one of the knifes and go end it right there.. Right then..

I just couldn't, because I had no bravery. But the chances was giving, I found myself alone in the kitchen pretty much.. But one day one of the other girls noticed me pull a knife out from the shelf and she took it from me and put it back, and had me dragged out of the kitchen. While I was pretending to have been just joking. However.. After that they kinda.. Didn't take their eyes of me.. So I drew this. Because I wanted a gun. So that I could shoot my brain out. Or, shoot my heart. Or both.

Oh well. I might digitalize this.