A short-story about suicidal thoughts. Written by a suicidal person. About two years ago I wanted to die. I was in college, but homeless and with no money. I drank from garden hoses and maintained a steady income of antidepressants and Adderall. During what I thought would be my last moments, I wrote exactly what I wanted the world to realize and explain myself. Now two years later, I struggle with PTSD and anxiety panic disorder. I am working to make my life better but have come so far. I hid away this note in hopes that no one would ever know. Now I am sharing it with you. Let me know what you think or if you could ever relate to it. I believe mental health is of upmost importance and I would love to share and exchange helpful words.