I hate myself sometimes. I really do. This is one of those times. I sincerely believe that everyone has these sorts of feelings sometimes. I thought about killing myself. I don’t even have a valid reason.
“I mean, the pills are downstairs in the cupboard beside the microwave. It’s really that easy; I’m home alone, and the pills would kill me before anyone comes home…”
I don’t even know why I thought about suicide. It could be the fact that my great grandmother got lung cancer recently. It could be the puppy blues. But I’m here, thinking about suicide while playing LoL, while other kids are being bullied, shunned, discriminated, harassed at school, molested, raped, and abused.
What a f****** p**** I am.
But I know why. Suicide is the sweet end to a hard and lonely life.
But wait, I’m a middle class Canadian teenager with a Macbook Pro, decent internet connection, and the newest iPhone. What the actual f*** do I have to be stressed about?
Oh yeah, I’m a human being.
Oh yeah, school is about to start.
Oh yeah, I have ball-sucking Piano Theory homework.
Despite the above, I still have no reasons to be thinking about suicide. I just feel sad sometimes, and sadness leads to irrational thoughts.
(Sorry it’s so long, I needed to vent.)
