So I’ve been alive for sixteen short years, some say its barely long enough to think I know what pain is. But you see, I do know what it is. Because pain is the descent of hate; which I am very familiar with. I don’t have the hardest life, but it is not easy. I’m still growing up, in a family who doesn’t like me; a town who knows my name. But for all the wrong reasons, I’ve been pushed around all my life, put down; and kicked while I was on the ground. I started cutting in fifth grade, came out to some friends […]
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My proposed Note or “willâ€
(If you don’t give a fuck [as I suspect you don’t] and just want to get to the will skip the paragraphs and go to the bolded text.)
I killed myself because I can’t make heads or tails of life. My luck is almost always bad, and I am tired of hardship. Like many who have been in this place I have contemplated, and while the one’s full of vigor and self-righteousness say to live is the hardest, that isn’t true. It’s taken me a lot of research and commitment to die. Staying alive was not because I chose to do the […]
I am doing this because there is a small part of me that doesn’t want to die. The rest of me is sure that this gun sitting in my lap is the answer for all my problems. Being born from day one with a debilitatingmedical condition is one thing but it time and time again hurting me holding me back, making me lame and weird growing up and a psycho into adult-hood is about all I can take. After finding my insurance canceled me as a client and won’t re-consider the same week I find out I am going to need surgery is the last […]