my suicide letter

Lizz,

So you’re a kid considers herself to be fucked up. Tell me, what kid doesn’t think that? You don’t provide any details as to what brought you this conclusion. You have a boyfriend, Isaac, and two parents who who you seem to dislike because they never accepted you. It’s hard to believe that parents could be so harsh as to disavow themselves of their own child, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. I know I felt that way when I was a kid, more than once.

It’s tragically ironic how our problems seem so insurmountable when we’re in that moment of distress. It’s as if the walls are closing in and there is no escape. We cannot really figure out how or why the rest of the world keeps going on when we are in this sorrowful condition. That’s because the condition seems always worse for the sufferer than it actually is. That is, after all, part of the essence of suffering. The indifference of the rest of the world is a contributor to the suffering we feel.

Do what you need to to get yourself out of the bubble that is your suffering. I can assure you that your current state is temporary. Suicide is permanent and there will be no chance you can turn back if you do that. You only have one life and you have a whole lot of years ahead of you, filled with lots of experiences you don’t want to miss out on. Do not cheat yourself out of that.