There are many reasons I plan to commit suicde.
I feel I have become a danger to humanity. I have always been a very angry person. Whether or not I show it to people, there’s always the thought of killing within me. I have always had the ability and the want to kill as many as I feel deserve it. I feel I should stop myself before that becomes a reality.
Another reason is because I am unlovable. No one, even my own family, has love for me in their heart. I always joke that I am a person repellant, but it always ends up being true.
Yet another reason is because of my worthless existance. I know that I am not meant for anything. It is simple fact that I will never amount to anything.
One more reason is because of all the wrongs I have done against others, even my own family.
The only other reason that exists is this: I had known, the very instant I came into this world, that I was going to die by suicide. In my world, that was law. There was no other truth. It is as it shall be; my existance, into nothing.
I may be intelligent, I may be caring at times, but it all goes to waste.
I am a horrible being. And horrible things are better left dead, for the sake of others.