Think about Bill. If you died, would anyone care? Would they really care? Maybe they’d cry for a day, but let’s be honest. No one would give a ♥♥♥♥. They wouldn’t. The few people who would feel obligated to go to your funeral would probably feel annoyed and leave as soon as possible. That’s who you are. That’s what you are. You’re nothing to anyone. To everyone. Think about it, Bill, cause if you do, if you let yourself. You know I’m telling you the truth, so instead of wasting anymore of my time, I need you to go call someone that matters. Because Bill, you don’t.