I have SAD, which makes me incredibly depressed this time of year, unless I take my meds. But I never take my meds due to a psychological fear of appearing "messed up". Due to this, I continue to spiral ever downward every year until I'm almost to the breaking point. At that time, the weather starts to warm up, removing the effects of the disorder. But one of these days, the weather wont warm up in time, and I'll go into my bathroom, lie in the tub, and slice open my wrists. Then I will wait until the bathtub fills with my blood and my veins run dry.
My parents will finally succeed in breaking down the door a few hours later, but by then it will have been far too late. Few will mourn my absence, but the gaping hole left in NG will never be filled. All of your hearts will fill with sorrow. Many of you will leave the site, finding it too hard to return to where I once dwelled within. The site's loss of traffic will lead to its collapse. The collapse will drive the Fulps to bankrupsy and financial ruin. Despair will soon follow and they too will end their lives. This development will cause the rest of you to lose hope and will begin a massive chain reaction of agony and despair that will never end until the population of the world is decimated. My final goal. Complete.
Rest in peace, WeHaveFreshCookies.