Don't Break Promises Too Yourself: Difference between revisions

 

I wait, and it gets to 11. I get up, not in control of my own body, more like watching a movie. I start rummaging around, trying to find something. I found it. It was my father's revolver. I put it up to my head. *BANG*. I died. The afterlife is hell. Literally. The devil has given me about 30 minutes to right this, to tell you all. To Never Break a Promise Too Yourself.