My life was chaotic I know it's stupid of me to kill myself, but I'm sick of living. Because of the nature of things, sometimes what makes us happy also makes us feel the worst. Whether it is good or bad, we must accept it.
I've reached the end of my life; there is no longer any reason for me to live, and even my mother believes that having me was a waste of time. What should I do? The only option I have is death. As soon as I get on onto the chair, I strangled myself.
When the rope tightens around my neck without breaking it, in which case me dance on the rope and earnestly wish that my hands weren't tied while I gradually suffocate to death but it's too late now. Tears started to fall from my eyes. Suddenly I felt like the world got stuck..............