Cailyn POV-
Hello.
My name is Cailyn Norwell.
I know what you're thinking.
You're probably thinking what everyone else is thinking.
Why are we here?
Why were we created?
Most people have something in their lives that they hold dear.
Maybe it's a person, or a job, or a talent.
But me?
I have no purpose.
All I do is go out and live my life.
I do what everyone else does.
Except nobody notices me.
I don't care, to be honest, because I am the only one who pays.
I survive the day, come home, eat dinner, then survive the next day.
Life should be more interesting!
I have no purpose!
I am just a waste of space.
Waste of time.
Waste of life.
That's why today, I decide to leave everyone.
Who will notice?
NO ONE.
Who will care?
NO ONE.
I won't pain anyone else.
They have their own lives.
Own loves.
Own purpose.
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I grab my razor. Grab my rope. Grab my towel.
I run into the bathroom, and pop open a jar of my mother's insanity pills.
One. I swallow.
Two. I swallow.
I tie the rope around the strongest bar, the insulation pipe.
I grab my towel, and place out over my mouth, and tie it behind my head.
I take my razor, and slowly, deeply, cut ten cuts, five on each arm, for every time I've tried to take my life.
But this time,
I will succeed.
