My Suicide

Everyone hates me because of me. Everyone thinks I am very strange. They looked at me as if they were the main attraction of a fanatical show. I hate what I do not like: social, outgoing, and happy. Even if I die, no one will miss me. I can not tolerate the suffering of living in this world any longer. I will die. I sat on a bed in a room illuminated by a candle, and the black velvet curtain was lifted. Smoke in burning smoke turns with a light blinking light in the room. The melancholy sound of Nine-Inch-Nails sounded quietly in the corner.

When I was ten years old my mother committed suicide, so my platform is suicide. I would like to talk about myself. After my mother committed suicide, I was very antisocial. I entered the spectacular world, I came out of that shell. It allows me to tell the story of my story, the more I talk about it, what happens when the child commits suicide, I feel better. I am very happy - this sounds strange - I really like interviews and talking about my story and talking about suicide awareness. It relaxes the weight of my shoulder

Warning: This story may trigger some people. One of the main reasons for suicide is a close family, or a sensational and romantic suicide, a suicide by a celebrity compliments, a novel, an annoying YouTube video. This is not about power. This is neither a talk about redemption nor a story to choose here tomorrow. There is nothing good about suicide. Editor's Note: Several friends asked me about the scratches on my wrist. I never tried to kill myself by cutting my wrist. I participated in what is called "decompression". It was a period before my teenagers ago and my first attempt to commit suicide. When I started doing this, when I started doing it I felt the same thing.