My life? It’s falling apart. Piece. By. Piece. Falling down, down, down. Soon it’ll be time to leave, to go see what “heaven” is really like. Soon it’ll be time to leave all these horrible people, and well be… even more alone, more alone than I already was. I did this thinking it would make things better. Thinking it would make those kids at school happier. All those people who told me that I should do it, happier. Thinking I was a disappointment to everyone in my family and to all my friends. I did this thinking I was a disappointment to myself. So, now what? I’m gone. Everyone in tears, thinking about what they could have done to change things for me. What they could have done so I didn’t feel like I had to do this…. But it’s too late. It’s done. I’m gone, forever. There’s no coming back… is this really what I wanted?