I have nothing to look forward to.
I have it all planned out.
It would work this time.
I have no friends.
It was confirmed yesterday.
Do you remember several weeks ago when I said that I hadn’t killed myself because I was afraid of disappointing two people?
My art teacher and my track coach.
But I have ruined that now.
And I have disappointed both of them.
Neither of them have any particular interest in me anyways.
I have no idea what to do with my life.
No one to help me.
No one who genuinely cares.
No one who has said that they love me in a long, long time.
It would be so easy.
Easy and painless.
I could end it.
It wouldn’t matter, right?
I’m just one person out of billions.
Just one person.
I could solve all of my problems all at once.