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Sitting inside, staring at the window, wishing that everything would just go way. It's a trial and error type of life, except that there's no right answer. The rope is just sitting there, staring, waiting, pondering its own existence while you ponder your own. It's not worth it, but what about who will miss you? Your parents? Yeah right, like they give a damn. You mother, making you pay for everything for her and then paying you back in over a year, skanking it up ever night while you slave away at home, trying to take care of brothers and sisters, kids that she conveniently forgot she had. Your father, working so hard to pay for your step-mother's life that he has forgotten all about you. Your friends, can they even be considered friends? They don't know about your family life, haven't bothered asking. They don't ask you to hang out, haven't even bothered texting. Is it worth it, living in this sort of hell? Not really... Will they miss you? Not even. The rope is just sitting there, waiting. This is what it lives for. So you... or rather, I, move, grab the rope and start. They won't miss me any way, what's the point of staying?

Goodbye... I won't bother thanking you since you haven't bothered caring.