Hey, this is another story, kinda goes with the "together" story I have out there. Also depressing. This one more so than the last. So warning. enjoy!
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The little things have always set me of. If someone steals my date, then ok, fine, I'll get you back later bitch. I'm not upfront and mad and i don't get depressed. However, it's the little things. When I come home from school ad find a new desk in my room, or when my friend cuts her hair and dies it a way different color. That sets me of. I'll get mad and pissed and won't calm down till I get my way back. And if it's something to do with me, like a hair cut gone wrong, I'll get mad, pissed, then depressed and I'll cut. It was never the big things. When something big happens. I bottle up. And it gets released when it's a little thing.
People say I'm dramatic, but aren't we all. I'm not any more dramatic than the last person. I'm just a different dramatic. I like pain. Simple as that. I like to cause pain, watch people suffer, and even feel pain. I'm dramatic for that. But that's not drama, that's difference. I like death. Get over it. I'm suicidal. Get over it. I cut. Get over it. Its my life. Not yours.
So I'm standing atop this building. Not sure where I am exactly. I'm just up here writing all this down. these are my feelings before I die. I ran away from my parents. They finally, after a year, found out that I cut, that I'm depressed,and that I'm suicidal. That was something I couldn't handle, if they found that out, it's only a matter of time before they find out everything. I cant handle that. So I'm ending it now.
I'm not scared, that's for sure. I'm only nervous and worried. Not about me. But about my friends. I love them all but that wasn't enough in the end. I'm worried that they'll cry over me and morn my death. I don't want that, I want them to move on and live their own lives to the fullest. Live for me. Do what I wasn't able to. I know I don't have a right to say that because I'm committing suicide but I don't care. I don't want people to morn me. And if they do, thats their problem. The world will continue to spin and new days will come. There's no stop. The world doesn't need anyone, it doesn't stop if you die, it moves right on ahead. Everyone will follow that same route.
So I'd say the only regret I have, is that I never made it to Japan. That really was my life goal. My hopes were all stored in that. Pathetic, I know. But I loved so much of the things form Japan I just wanted to see what this country was like. Is that a crime? No. I don't think so. If someone I know would be kind enough to fulfill my dream, I'd be forever grateful of you. But again, that's not my place to say that so I'll leave that topic alone.
Now I'm done writing this letter. I'm going to jump now. I hope I die quickly but oh we'll. At least I'm done with this life. Good bye, sayonara. I love you all so much.
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The ambulance roared down the street. Racing for the hospital. If they got their fast enough, they may be able to save this poor girl.
They arrive at the hospital and run in. A doctor does a check up but only a few min later he reports that she died already. Another man comes out with the letter she wrote.
"sir, this was in her pocket. I'd give this to the family and friends." he says.
" thank you" he takes the note and walks over to the already arrived family and friends of this girl and tells them the news. They all look panic stricken and begin to cry, some of them sit there in shock. "here." the doctor says, holding out the letter to the mother who's crying. "she left this. I'm greatly sorry for your loss." he walks away. So the family can read the letter. A few min later and the mother collapse in a fit of sobs. Her darling committed suicide and is now dead.
"5th case this week. Poor families." the doctor mumbled and walked away, back to work.
