My best friend was murdered when I was in grade 7, December 25’th, 2007. I haven’t felt any emotion other than anger and sadness since that day. I’m known as the family failure or disgrace to my family, Atleast that’s what my dad calls me.I’ve thought about killing myself before but I felt like I had something to live for, until now. I was kicked out of my house because I miss too much school, there are people that care, but I can only name 2, and both of them live atleast an hour away, or provinces away. I have nowhere to go, nobody that I can talk to or that cares about me, the reason why I haven’t already killed myself is because I cant think of a way to do it other than hanging myself, but I dont have rope or anything to substitute as one. I’m tired of trying for nothing, see you soon jay, here I come.