Maxwell snorted coldly, he walked over to the chair by the bed and sat down on the chair by the bed where Melissa was. "Tell me, why do you want to kill yourself so much? He raised his eyebrows. "In a perception…if suicide was the solution to all problems, then a lot of people would have kill themselves and no one would have any problems."
Melissa looked at Maxwell, her heart racing with rage. "Of course not, but we all have different issues, and we process and respond to them differently," Melissa said, her voice shaking. "I'm sick and tired of fighting, I'm sick and tired of trying to prove what I mean to people , I'm sick and tired of being hated, I'm sick and tired of trying to make people love me. I just want to sleep forever. That's what I want, and you won't stop me. "
