The Suicide Note

My life isn't the best, you know? No, I don't have an alcoholic mother, or an abusive father. No one important died. My misery isn't anyone's fault, except mine. I don't try to screw up my life. I don't like feeling nothing except the agonizing desire to just stop and die. I really don't want to be like this, but I am, and there is no way of avoiding it. I'm going to have to live - or die - with it won't I? My problem is I feel. Now, that sounds all dandy and normal to you, but it's not just feeling the soft, cool grass between your toes on a warm summer afternoon, or the warm refreshing stream of water on your back as you take a shower, its more emotion. Again, you think "I feel emotion, why is that her problem?" Well I can answer that. I don't just feel emotion the way you do. I can't stop feeling it. Ever. If I'm not feeling particularly emotional I pick on someone else's emotion. I pick it up from anywhere, TV, books, other people, and it sucks. If you are "super upset" because your boyfriend of three weeks broke up with you, I feel bad for you and everything, but I don't want tofeel bad because of you. So, this may sound like just another confused teenage girl, maybe I am. But I want people to know my story, I want to be remembered, because then maybe I won't fade into nothing. So this is the start of my story. Maybe you will read to the end, and the end could be sooner than you think.