[Everything in the world simply goes away. For a moment you feel as though you are floating in outer space--everything inky black with stars and suns and galaxies twinkling off in the distance beyond your reach. You're so small, so alone.
And everything is so....meaningless. What is there in life?
And then you're back in the dining room and there's a voice, it's your own, in your mind. "Die."
You want to, you really do. It would be so simple and it'd be so right. Why haven't you ever wanted to die before? It'd be such a happy relief and release and life would end. You could move on, no longer suffering.
It's such a good idea that you want to kill yourself and laugh while doing it.]