Today at school people were joking and pretending I’m suicidal because I made a thoughtless yet jokey comment about my life having no purpose.
Their teasing made me laugh a bit.
Because they don’t know how right they are at times, which is entertaining.
They’re aware of my darkest secret without realising the truth of it, that it wasn’t just a joke.
They don’t know that throughout my History lesson today, I was considering what to write in a suicide note.
It’s not like I’m likely to actually do it today, or tomorrow, or next year and it’s likely I’ll never need it, but it seems like something that should […]