Two months. I'm giving life two more months.
There's nothing left for me on this planet. No matter what I do, what I say, where I go, everything is thrown back at me. No one needs me, no one wants me. I don't exactly blame them, I don't want me either. I have nothing to offer to anyone, not even myself. I'm not smart, I'm not charismatic, I'm not a happy-go-lucky person. No one needs another dark cloud in the sky. They want sun. I can't offer the sun, only the rain. Everything would be better with me gone.
If anyone thinks that I came up with that notion on my own, that's false. That's so false, it's laughable. People at school, they can be cruel. So cruel. It's comment after comment of: "Why is he still here?"
"He's still alive?"
"I thought he would have been gone by now."
They think I don't hear them, but I do.
At first, those comments didn't get to me. I just let them roll off my back like water and moved on. But the longer it went on, the more it hit me. No one wants me here. I have no friends to support me in my endeavors. My mother could care less. My step father despises me. My older brother... who knows where he is. I never met my father. Nothing goes right for me.
I wasn't always like this, you know. I wasn't always depressed, outcasted, a loner. At one time, I was happy. I was happy with myself and with what I had. But once the comments started rolling in, that's when everything changed. That's when I changed.
This isn't what I wanted for myself. Do you think that when I was in elementary school and the teacher asked us what we wanted to do when we grew up, do you think I raised my hand and said "I want to take my own life." No, I didn't. I had dreams, dreams that I'll never get back. I had hope, hope that has since been taken from me. Now, I have nothing.
I. Am. Nothing.
Don't worry, just two more months. 60 days. After that, I won't have to worry about anything anymore. After that, the world will become better, because there will be one less dark cloud in the sky. After that, there will be sun.
In two months, it'll all be over. Two months.
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