Suicide, Tomorrow.

A maladjusted and terminally online college student attempts to get their affairs in order before they decide to end it all. What does it take to shake an existential depression? Is there something more to living than feeling like a hollow shell? And if so, how does one remove that shell?

Content warning
This is first and foremost a trans story. It is going to be an in depth characterization and then deconstruction of the protagonist. This isn't going to be some fluffy story where everything works out and everyone is supportive and the protagonist is even very likable. There will be detailed description of suicide and the outcomes from those suicides. There will not be vivid nor gratuitous descriptions of gore.