'To whom it may concern,
If you're reading this, it's too late. I've decided that the best way out of this cruel world is to just end it all. I'm tired of going through the same cycle everyday. Goodbye everyone.
P.S, don't let mom look in my sock drawer.' I scribble a note. I run over to my closet and pull out a rope I took from the garage. I tie a noose and tie the noose to the highest bar in my closet, then stand on a stool. Slipping the noose over my head, I look over at my goldfish. He'll be happier without me. I kick the stool out from under me, and I feel my body fall. I don't feel choking, but instead, a possible broken tailbone and a sore head. I'm on the floor with the noose still around my scrawny neck. Crap. I'll try again tomorrow.
