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I'm Glad I'm Not God

I'm Glad I'm Not God

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I'd never be good at writing a suicide note because I end up rambling and digressing. I'd just end up apologizing for everything I did instead of explaining why I committed the act. My mother would still be wondering why. But a part of that is we are completely different people and our brains work differently. And that's the only reasoning I can give. My brain is wired so I'm depressed and anxious and melancholy and bipolar. Five minutes ago I was being annoying and following my mother around, laughing all the while. And then she kicked me out of her room so I held the doorknob down so she couldn't lock me out. I ended up bending the door handle and I finally left with her screaming after me, "you RUINED my doorknob!" I refuse to cry though because then I'd get hysterical. I don't understand my body but I understand regret. That is an emotion I feel often. Like right now. I'm going to go and stare at a wall until I'm thoroughly contemplating suicide and then I'll go to sleep before I cry. I don't know why I'm this way but I am. But I'm just stuck in this cycle because I'd never actually commit suicide. Because I couldn't write the suicide note.
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I'm just lying here in stillness and darkness wondering why. Why did this have to happen to my mom? We have nothing we can't even afford a house. Here I am a 14 year old boy that lives in a shelter home. Mom says one day we'll get out. But I've lost all hope. And I know my mom has no hope either. If she did I wouldn't have to hear her cry herself to sleep at night. I hate seeing her in so much pain. I wish, I could get a job. Maybe since I'm younger and a boy they'll hire me. Who am I kidding? My mom's in her 30's she's not old either. Sometimes the idiots that run this place kick my mom out for the night because she's making too much noise after hours. My mom was crying; is that too hard to understand? I hate this place. Well, tomorrow's our first day apart since summer started. They're forcing me to go to high school. I'm okay with school but I don't want to leave my mom alone in this world. Well, I guess there's a better chance of me getting a job if I'm in high school. You know there's one thing I remember my mom telling me when I was young. "Never frown; you never know who's falling in love with your smile." Words to live by. Let's hope they help me tomorrow.

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