Before I Die

Introduction

        I've wanted to commit suicide for as long as I can remember. I've never so much as attempted to, but I talk about it a lot, and apparently that scares people. It's really weird, everyone keeps trying to "help me" or "save me" but it seems like they're only doing it to raise their own sense of self worth.

        Now, I'm not some out of the ordinary case, I want to die for the same reason that 65% of teens want to die; I've been bullied. You know what? I bet you don't give a crap about that, I bet you want to know what I was bullied for. Well I'll tell you; I was bullied for being rich. I know, you weren't expecting that one, right? But it's true. My parents are rich, therefore I am rich. When I was little, I offered to buy people candy, and they told the teacher that I was being mean. In middle school, I offered to take people out for Starbucks, and I was met with cold glares. Then I finally started to realize, being rich isn’t necessarily a good thing. It makes people hate you, even though it is honestly not your fault.

        Don’t get me wrong; I don’t hate my parents or anything like that. It’s not their fault either. But us having so much money means my parents can send me to daily therapists. They’ve tried every method they can think of on me, just to get me to stop talking about suicide. I think that each therapist my parents have tried have had a different set of ideas on how to “save me” (aka. raise their own self worth). I’m going to a new one today, and I can’t wait to see their set of ideas.