Fuck this life.
Yes, but I don't want to die.
Funny isn't it?
What the fuck is going on with my life?
So many questions but little to no answer that I could come up with.
My life is failing, my health is failing, what the hell is going on?
I kept repeating this as I walked all alone the street at 12 in the midnight.
Then, I remembered, the question that hunted me for years, is Isekai real?
I saw many vehicles passing through the highway, I kept staring at them without thoughts.
But what the fuck am I thinking?
Would I really have to do it? No one has yet to prove that isekai was real, right?
Dumb me, of course no one did! Would they be coming back alive if they did successfully had an isekai?
Fuck my brain.
I shook my head as I kept my hands on the rails of the overpass' railing.
Should I or not?
There's this one side of me that clings to my current life while the other instigates me to do it.
Ah, just like the angel and devil on both ears whispering their wills on me.
But, if I do it, is it sure that I'd be isekai'd without any failure?
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yeah, 3 times, I have asked myself 3 times. And repeated the same word for a few more times.
Fuck.
If I do it, I'll leave everything behind, my mom, the father I hated, my job, my new girlfriend.
But fuck.
Fuck.
What should I do?