I look into the mirror. I’m already dead. I’ve been dead for a really long time. Maybe my folks don’t know it, or my “friends.” But I know it. My body is decrypted, my teeth are gone, my body is dying, my brain is going crazy if not braindead by the time I’m writing this. Life is over as I know it. I already set a date one month from today. If your wondering what the date is, it’s not with a hot girl, or even chillin with homeys. This is the day I’m going to kill myself and I’m going to tell you all about the days leading to my suicide.