Dear Mom,
No, I am not yet trying to commit suicide. Just not yet. Not here. Not in this winter. If I do it, I’ll do it right. I’ll do it at home. Our home. Our real home. Not here. So, chill, I’m still alive. Isn’t that explained why this post is called pre-suicide notes? Hah. I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry for being a failure. I’m sorry to disappoint you. I’m sorry I’ve been so wasted in this world. I’m sorry that I’m being like this. No, you did nothing wrong, mom. You’ve been a great mom. Yes you are. It is just me. I’m thinking too much. I have never felt grateful for what I have. I am an ignorant bastard. I am sorry. I am really sorry for wasting your time to raise me. I am sorry for wasting your money on me when in the end, I’ll end up my life like this.
2 comments
I feel the same my dad hates me though he wants to send me away I’ve lost hope Ill die soon according to plan
Dont be afraid to go to your mom… She loves you but probably blind to see you are in pain she wants to see you graduate go to college and find a person who completes you