• There was no reason to live anymore.
    The only friend I had made, the only true friend I had ever truly made, was gone. Not gone persay... but... left.
    Because I was afraid.
    Because I was scared.
    Scared of what? There was no reason to be scared. She just... wanted me to tell and... I was... too scared of... of what? She left because... because of my stupidity.

    Why am I stupid?
    Is it my genes?
    Is it just how my brain works?
    No, I do fine in school... my parents seem to be regular when it comes to smarts... Am I stupid? Just... for no reason...
    She said she wouldn't come back... until...
    Until what? What was it? Am I supposed to figure out on my own? How is this fair? Was I just going to complain and complain and tell her about nothing while she sat and listened trying to see through my head!? She... listened... and now... she's left me... my only reason to live... now gone...

    I have no purpose.
    My purpose, my meaning... all gone. Music used to be my soul. But, now they're only words being said in a tune. I can't... do... this... My soul is missing. There's no reason to live.

    Maybe I'm just destined to live, and to die... a meaningless being. Why don't I do it? Why am I so scared to just tell? Would I rather die? Why don't I just die? I have no reason to live.

    But... After all of this... I can't help but say... I have no reason to die either.