I should have shot myself that day in high school. I shouldn't have let her take the gun away from me. I am just a waste of space. All I do is breath air, eat food and wear cloths that someone else could be using. I am nothing. My existence is pointless. All I do is get in trouble.

Useless, pointless, envious, worthless.

I should have killed myself that day. Now I have a chance to redeem myself. All I have to do is pull the trigger and...

Nothingness.