I walk into with everyone just staring at me and making fun of me like its there hobbie and i just cant handle it anymore so i finally make up my mind and go home and get my razor, go in and lock my room, blast my music so loud that noone is going to be able to here me crying from the pain. I sit down in my room on my bed writing a note for my parents to give to the school saying that i hope everyone is happy because they won\'t have to deal with me anymore cuz i am going to do one smart thing in my life. I cut my wrist and just watch all the blood drain out and just sit there and cry all my pain out. Finally my parents yell my name and they cant find me so they come down to my room and the door is locked so they have to kick it down and sure enough there i am laying down stone cold dead....they see the letter telling them i am so sorry for doing this but i had nothing better to do. They saw the letter to my fellow seniors and they just cried wishing they could of seen this coming but they couldnt...everyone was at my funeral and while i was watching i was like yeah you guys can say shit about me and than come to my funeral crying...I dont need you guys cause your the one that did this to me
