I told a little lie...I haven't committed suicide yet. But I'm planning to, on the twelth stroke of midnight exactly.

You want me to live? Well, you'd have to tell me what's actually good about me, because I don't think there's anything good about me. Give me at least one reason to live my life on any longer.

If you convince me to live (which I don't think will happen because I hate my life) then I will be here tomorrow. If you want me to die...I won't be here tomorrow.

Your choice.