A Reason To Breathe

My Ending

I'm crying.
Can you believe it?
I thought that when the day came I wouldn't cry.
On the contrary, I've been happy all along just waiting for the perfect time.
But I guess this is it.
I'm sorry to everyone.
Sorry to people at school for being a bitch.
I'm sorry mom and dad for making your life a sob story.
When someone asks if you any kids, don't cry on them saying that you did, just smile and say no.
I'm leaving.
Be happy.
Most of all for not being able to do this. I wanted to yell out for not being able to. I began this note with all intentions of taking my life in the next few minutes.
Didn't I want to live and see the world?
Don't I want to know more about happiness before dismissing it? Don't I?

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I crumbled up my paper and threw it away. I know my time is coming. I know its soon, but the closer my death approaches I become weaker with fear.

I'm sitting on the chair the will hear my last breath and tied just over me is the noose that will betray my lungs and condemn me to death.
To my father and mother: I loved you both. Thank you for the life you gave me.
There's not just one person to blame for my death.
I will pay for my selfish way, I have concluded myself stupid and therefore worthless.
Good bye.

I let the paper drop to the ground and stood on the chair. I slid the noose over my head and tightened it around my neck. I laughed dryly; all I could think was of how itchy it'd felt. I stepped off and I was falling. Yes, i was falling, but no longer hung from a rope. I fell to the ground and burst out crying... maybe it was laughing.
I couldn't do it.