Joy flirt Joy flirt Joy. What a wonderful conversation we were having. But a glitch in the system, a virus in the words, my firt brought upon you sorrow and despair. I tried to understand why, and tried my hardest to comforted you in your time of need, and Joy was, eventually, once again brought to your words. But then, as despair is a disease that only lies beneath the skin and waits for its chance to take its place again destroying the mind, something was said, was exchange, twas it I? or maybe some other's words? I did not know for certain, but despair found its place again in you, but this time with deep roots. It ate away, until the time, you changed your words to threats of death, twas not kind of you to do, hypicritical of your threats since you stopped mine. But the pain I felt in the ounce of time was greater than any other as no friend of mine has ever threatened me with suicide so deeply as you did. Next time you have such despairing troubles, visit (or call) and I will attempt to comfort you and break its evil grip from your body.

...Dont ever do that again Mr. and dont expect me not to hurt you for what you did ><

But remember, I am always and forever here for comforting, and shall always be whatever it is you need, be that a friend or just a sholder to cry on. Pat pat, there there, and huggles to keep your sorrows away, death is never the answer.