i thought that when i was alive i was the most unhappy i've ever been. then...then i ended it. hoping. wishing. hell, even praying that i would be happier not existing. boy was i wrong. so wrong, in fact, that if i could go back to my miserable ****** little life... i would. in a heart beat. the "afterlife", if you could call it that, is a horrible place. and i wasn't around everyone that just died. i was around all the sad ***** who thought the same way i did. that ending it would be the answer. there's a place for everyone after death. depending on how you died you would end up there. so all that ******* about being with your loved ones after you die, is total ****. i mean, i was alone here. and everyone else you talk to didn't learn anything. they just went on be miserable. and the stories they tell! a person could just go crazy. i learned. i learned that if i took my afterlife i'd probably just end up in a ******* mess than what i was already in.