(CLS asked for this, you got it. Gonna make my death happen like The Outsiders)
Suddenly I just became angry at myself. I just couldn't...bring myself to want to live anymore. I was mad at myself, my family, everyone...after the entire dream that I had, I just felt completely useless. Then, I decided on it. I wrote a note, left it on the couch, and headed out for the convenience store to rob.
To whom it may concern,
I have chosen to live my life a different way. I just couldn't make myself happy enough to move on in this world. By the time you read this, I am mostly like on the streets, my limp body bleeding. Goodbye all of you, especially Jean. And Jean, I just want to let know...I loved you.
-Ethan
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Running, running, and running, and then the police have me cornered. I pull out my pistol that was unloaded and aim at one of the officers. Then they open fire, and I am dead.
(This post is not meant to reflect any feelings from anyone, and is not intended to reenact any past or future event in the real world. K good.)