Suicide

The plan

I had it all planned out. I was going to write my will, I'd give my phone to my brother, all those times he's joked about it I figure why not? My mom got my room, she never really had one for herself so I feel she'd be the perfect candidate. I don't really have that many things that I consider worthy of giving away. I would give all my stuffed animals to my girlfriend, though I doubt she'll take them because I can't imagine how she would feel. I can't imagine how anyone would really feel, only people I see caring are my mom and my girlfriend.
Wait wait wait I haven't introduced myself, though why should I because I'm just a nobody, not a nobody, a punching bag. A go-to insultee, if that's even a word. My name is tanner, I'm 14 years old and I'm planning to kill myself. You shouldn't care anyway I mean, what am I doing for you? Nothing but writing about a sick twisted kid, right? Whatever, anyway I figure you might want to know why I'm going to kill myself right? I feel like I should tell you, but what if you're the problem? I don't want to burden you with my suicide.
No first, I was going to go to an ally in the dark, maybe my trash can so I already have gotten rid of the rechet body, I'm not "going out with a bang" as some people might say, suicide is just to rid yourself from a terrible world for everyone's benefit. I'm going to have a butcher knife and slit my throat. Poor unlucky person who finds my body.
Now I'm going to tell the tale of how this all came to be, I find that I'm a Jew in the holocaust, things got worse and worse until eventually, suicide felt like the only way out...