Everyday Life of a Teenage Genius

I hate my life.
That simple fact is why I'm sitting here close to death. I can't move or else a shock of pain radiates through my body like a wave. The epicenter is the knife in my lower abdomen that's sticky and warm with my own bright, scarlet blood that's also staining my white tank. I feel myself being pulled away from consciousness from the lack of blood. I've always dreamed of the day when my mind would go blank. But now that its happening, I can't help but be terrified and angry. The idiots where actually right....my genius is my downfall. With that lovely thought I slipped into darkness.