Goodbye 5/28/2003

If I am lucky then this will be my last. My last sight. My last breath. My last touch. My last goodbye. Hopefully I'll end it today. The trees at the house are tall. The branches are thick and high. I only have a few things to worry about. I have to find a rope, I have to find a way and time to get up the tree, and I have to find a way to keep from chickening out. I want this to bad to chicken out, so I really don't have to worry about that. They say this method fixes nothing. Those idiots, it fixes everything at one time. If Crystal wants to scream at me, she can do it over my dead body. If people want to abuse me, do it while Im on the ground. If Rachel wants to be treated like a bitch, then she can literally do it over my dead body. Its not worth it anymore. None of it. I'm going to do this. If for some reason I don't, don't try to talk to me afterwards. To comfort me. Its worthless. You hear me? WORTHLESS.

*grabs a rope and ladder and walks out without a second look*