So. Your lover is leaving you, and you think killing yourself is a great idea. It�s perfect, isn�t it? Now your lover will know how deeply you felt for them, they and anyone else who ever hurt you will be so sorry, and your family will finally realize how much you meant to them. You�ll be young forever and you can watch our endless mourning from your comfy seat in the afterlife. The world will finally know how sensitive you were.

Or maybe you should think about it a little more.

Best Case Scenario � someone finds you before it�s too late, saves your life, and your lover, overcome with guilt, decides to stay with you. That�s great. You�ll be so happy together: you with a partner who pities you more than they ever loved you, them with a festering resentment for the failed relationship you manipulated them to continue.

Of course there�s always the Worst Case Scenario � whoops, you actually managed to kill yourself! You�re dead now, able to fully enjoy Oblivion, boring Eternity, the torments of Hell, or whatever you happen to believe in. Your lover feels pretty damn bad, as do your friends and family, and a lot of other people you probably weren�t even thinking of when you decided to make this grand, dramatic gesture. There will be mourning, and regret, and memorializing, and pain. Pain almost, but not quite, as significant as the great suffering you felt.

And then we�ll all forget about you. On purpose. We have to go on with our lives and we can�t do it with your memory hovering over our shoulder all the time. You chose to leave, and soon every bit of you will be gone from our minds and our hearts and it will be as if you never existed at all.

There's a middle ground, the one that is most likely and has happened to so many tormented, sensitive assholes before you. Someone will find you in time, or you�ll give up and call for help before it�s too late. You�ll live. Your lover will still leave you, because now they know what a sick fucker you are and what lengths you will go to for your own selfish ends.

If you just have to kill yourself, if you're so worthless that you can't think of a single reason to go on, or anything that you might contribute to the planet, then tell us all you are going to California to live the American dream, have a farewell party, and drive yourself into the middle of the deepest, densest forest, far from here, and stay there until you rot.