Yeah. I would say some stupid shit like "it'll get better" or whatever, but I'm not like that and it doesn't. It just gets... less. I don't not want to die, I just... don't actively want to die?

[Connor's hand drops back down to his lap and he looks down, voice quiet.]

And I know that sounds like it's not worth it. Like, what's the point if life always fucking sucks? But there's good shit too and the hardest thing to learn was that sometimes... sometimes that's enough.