A conversation between me and Anna

Anna: Are you getting suicidal again?
Me: I dunno. But it feels inviting somehow. An end to all this misery, this endless chase for something to give me a rush. I don't know how much more f it I can take.
Anna: You'll think of something.
Me: Yes, maybe. It all seems so pointless though. And that picture inspires me. Death inspires me. Maybe I still long for it to happen, thinking if I could just find a way to get there faster...
Anna: But that won't work. You know it, you said it yourself. That you have to live your life in order to get to the end of it.
Me: Yes I know. But it's hard to hold on to that thought. And I don't think I want to, cause it's easier not to.
Anna: Well, you've always prefered the easy way...
Me: True that. If it's too hard, I won't do it. Doesn't matter what it is, or how much I want it.
Anna: You don't want life at all.
Me: Also true... excepts for the day before yesterday, then I seemed to want it. Why did I call that "clarity"? I was obviously more insane than ever!
Anna: Oh, dear...
Me: What?!
Anna: You're always insane! Why can't you let even one little day of good spirit simply be day of good spirit instead of unjustify it and call it an "extra insane" day?!
Me: I'm just in love with my misery, that's all. And I seem to be slightly more cynical than you, but then again, you already knew that.
Anna: It's hard not to notice, yeah.
Me: I'm not that cynical, am I?
Anna: Yes. That cynical.
Me: Sure? Not just a little then?
Anna: What do you want? A signed autograph for it?! Stop bickering and get on with it!
Me: Get on with what?
Anna: The thought, or whatever.
Me: There's no though. I'm just... uhm... what's that word...
Anna: What word?
Me: Exactly!
Anna: Well how the hell am I supposed to know?!
Me: Dunno.
Anna: This is heading nowhere...
Me: Our thoughts never do. That's why we call them thoughts. A conversation in the mind is bound to go on forever.
Anna: Yeah, yeah yeah... yadda, yadda, yadda... Are you gonna blab about nonsense all night?
Me: It's daytime.
Anna: Yeah, but that's not the point!
Me: Sorry, forgot the question.
Anna: Fine, be that way.
Me: I can still hear you breathing.
Anna: No, that's you.
Me: Same difference, bitch.
Anna: Then no reason to yell at me, asshole!
Me: So, we went to name-calling now...
Anna: Appearently...
Me: I don't wanna talk to you anymore. You're annoying.
Anna: Still here.
Me: Well I'd be pretty damn shocked if you smehow had found a way to move out of my head, dip shit!
Anna: Don't be so repulsive! Fuck you!
Me: You too! I hate you!
Anna: I hate you too!

(A little moment later)

Anna: So... what do you wanna do now?
Me: Eh, I dunno... Too tired to keep awake, too agitated to go to sleep. The usual.
Anna: More "Angel"?
Me: Maybe. Or maybe more coffee.
Anna: No!
Me: It wasn't a question.
Anna: Please don't drink more coffee. I'm feeling sick just thinking about it...
Me: So don't think about it then.
Anna: Not helping.
Me: Alright, I'll hold on for a little longer then.
Anna: Thanks.