So, I’ve been in a bad place lately. And I go downstairs this morning to see my mom before she goes to work and maybe get a few hugs.

And in the middle of the first hug, she asks what she’s going to do with me. I suggest killing me, to which she responds, as always, “I can’t kill you, I love you.” So I point out, that if she loves me, then she wants me to be happy, and I’m not happy living, thus, she should kill me.

She didn’t seem to know what to do with that.