"Hello friends and loved ones. Thank you for the time you spent with me and the smiles we shared. But I can not deal with this world any longer. I cannot deal with the stress and the pain this world forces on me. I'm sorry.
Jason." That was it. That was the note my parents would soon discover In my cramped little apartment, long after I have left this earth. This was my suicide note. Ok, I thought to my self. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will do it. I have to. I can't deal with this life. I put the note in my dresser and went to bed. I woke up the next morning and trashed my apartment. I didn't care. Why should I? I was going to die any way, so I didn't care. I quit my job, broke windows at will, keyed cars and spat on people. When I got home from my little adventure day, I immediately threw my bag out the window and grabbed the note. I put on the shitty little coffee table that was my living room. Easy to see, so no worries. I climbed out the window onto the fire escape and made my way to the roof. I reached it and went to the edge. 70 feet, I'd say. Perfect. Death on impact. I tossed my shoes and closed my eyes. Slowly, I felt my body fall forward. I started picking up speed. I opened my eyes. The ground was coming fast. I smiled. Goodbye world.
