Dear World

15Jul08

To whom it may concern,
Here’s the thing, I have no reason to commit suicide. Plain and simple, I am a suburban white child who’s family paid for everything he ever wanted. But here in this white-picket fence neighborhood one gets bored easily. Out of boredom comes complacency, and out of that comes… well this, a boy hanging from his ceiling fan.

So now, in my final moments, I’ve been thinking. How could I have lived with myself so far? I’m… pathetic. I am a mass consumer a social parasite. I am the problem with this world. People like me are the reason the world sucks so much. So think of it this way: This isn’t a suicide, this is a blessing bestowed upon the earth. I would write more, but now I’m excited. Goodbye.

Oh yeah, and you’re welcome.

Love,
Your next-door neighbor
The child across the street
The boy upstairs
Your child
Your friend
Your acquaintance
Your classmate

Note: Suicide is a real problem, and I am not making light of the subject. This piece of total fiction is meant to bring attention to a very, very immense problem. Depression and suicidal thoughts do not plague only those in broken homes and those who are down and out. Suicidal thoughts don’t restrict themselves to those below the poverty line, it runs rampant through teenagers and adults, even, from all backgrounds and upbringings. If you, or someone you know has had suicidal thoughts, they need help; please call 1-800-SUICIDE. Do not take that sort of thing lightly.

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