Sometimes I ask myself why I'm still here. All I do is hurt people. I'm always negative, irritable, annoying, petty and plain stupid. I make everyone around me miserable, even myself. I can't handle the pain anymore. Everyone would be better off without me. All I do is make people unhappy.
These are the thoughts that swirl in my mind and drive me towards the edge. I give a small sob, the pain so great and the enormity of what I'm about to do hitting me as I look at the ground far below.
I have to do it. I just can't handle the pain anymore. In my heart, I know that everyone will be better off and happier without me.
I close my eyes and leap. I feel the wind rushing around me, a painful, crushing impact, then darkness. Blissful oblivion embraces me.
I was finally gone.
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Altele[WARNING: Please do not take any of these ideas without permission! If you see someone else using these ideas, please let me know, because these are all my own work.] This book is basically just a compilation of all my little bits and pieces of unfi...
