I decided to write this story based on depression? suicide? idk. Just make sure to get ready your tissues cause youll be crying or tearing or whatever. ForewordSo I did myself a favor. I did this earth a favor. So I grabbed the gun, rope, the alcohol... As I felt the burning sensation come through me with the alcohol, I thought to myself. Why did they call me names? Why did they want to hurt me? Why do they continue to bully me... Why doesnt my mom care about me? Why was my dad never there? Thats when it hit me. I was nothing to this world. Not even 1% of this world would care, nor notice. But carry on with their lives, with a happy face until they have experienced it themselves. As I tok my final breath, I looked at my mirror and smiled. Everyone would be better now, and drank my last drink.