There are times when he wants to die from pure laziness. No deep shame, no torturous heartache, no inescapable financial burdens are driving him to wish death upon himself. He just doesn't want to do ANYTHING.
EVER.
And he might as well be dead as laying around like a lump of squishy, crunchy meat-sack.
Lump o' Meat-Sack.
Man flavored.
Unfortunately suicide requires action. And he's just… not… motivated.
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