Day 263 of not being able to die.
This morning I blended glass and poison with my breakfast. The suffering you would expect never came. Moreover, the heavens made that death smoothie taste delicious.
I went for a run after that. That is, I tried to run off the nearby cliff. You ever see those cartoons where the silly characters run in the air? That was me, but when I looked down, I didn't fall. I floated down slowly, until I felt the serene water on my feet.
Arriving at the river, I thought of drowning myself, but it seemed I could stay under water endlessly. Even my clothes weren't wet!
I tried running into truck kun after that, but when it rolled over me, I felt no pain, and I was still alive.
The final attempt today was me stabbing myself with a knife. Normally, you would expect it to go through your skin, but the thing shattered on impact.
Every night I have to listen to these gods complain on the hotline. They tell me to treasure life, so I quickly hang up the phone.
"Ah, hopefully tomorrow...I can find my eternal rest."
