Non-Fatal Shooting

The hospital diagnosed me with depression, but I always felt like I was faking it. Until the day I got a gun and pointed it at my temple... Pretended? Don't you know if you give it a try? Snap! I fell to the ground. Leisure woke up two hours later, looking at the gun in his hand in a daze. Damn it, this gun can't kill anyone at all! … I dyed my hair blue at a barber shop on the street for the least amount of money. In order to match this fresh hair color, I decided to go to a city with sea.