If I try hard enough, I can imagine that my life is perfect. I daydream of two loving parents and a little brother that I like to tease. I live in a huge mansion with butlers and everything. I have millions of friends and a ton of money so I can buy everything. 

Well, I guess I'm not super grateful with my life. In reality I have one dead parent and one other that abandoned me. I have a dead little brother and I live with my depressed grandma. I've made my decision. I put the tiny pill in my mouth and daydream one more time before everything goes black. 

Permanently.