The car ride started of fine, then my friend started blasting me about the past, past mistakes, and how I had no future. This friend even suggested that after one mistake I had made, I'd of done better to have shot myself in the head, asking if I agreed; and that was the encouraging part of the discussion.
The friend then proceeded to help rebuild my self-esteem, and stop my considering suicide by telling me that I was a loser, unmanly, the dumbest person in the world, an idiot, and should have no pride or self-respect for myself.
As I said, this is a friend, who I'm driving to Ohio for a rehab appointment.
Finally, I was reminded that my situation was hopeless, there was no way out, that really there was no future, and my friend really didn't know what I had to look forward too.
Fortunately, by then, we had reached our destination. There was an hour and twenty minutes I'll never get back, but really, did I need them back? After all, there is no hope, no future, no reason to live. Why take up time that some useful member of society could use.
Was that a gun shot, or just my head exploding? Perhaps both....