So, I didn’t kill myself last night. What does that mean?
It means I saw today. Today, in all of it’s inane banality; all of its empty, useless, lack of accomplishment. It means I endured another day of hurting, and misery, and worthlessness; another day of self-disgust, self-revulsion, and self-recrimination. It means nothing changed. It means I just got hurt more. It means nothing got better.
So what was the point?