(TW: Suicide)
I knew it.
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I abso-fucking-lutly knew it.
I knew he would never love me back. I knew he was straight.
But out of all people he had to go after Zoe. Everyone has to just love Zoe.
Zoe the angle. She's 'perfect' everyone just loves her.
Then there's me.
I do drugs, I smoke, I'm just a huge burden on my parents.
A waste of money. A waste of space. A waste of space on this planet.
I look down at the half-empty pill bottle in my hand and lean my back against a tree.
I could end it all right here, right now. I could stop all this pain.
'Oh, I know. Because there's Zoe. And all my hope is pinned on Zoe. Who I don't even know, and doesn't know me'
I pour the pills into my hand and count them. 24 pills. That should do.
'I wish that everything was different. I wish I was part of... something. I wish that anything I said... mattered, to anyone.'
I put the pills in my mouth and swallowed.
'I mean, face it: Would anyone notice if I just disappeared tomorrow'
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I'm sorry mom. I was just a huge wast of your money.
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I'm sorry dad. But I wasn't doing it for attention.
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I'm sorry Zoe. I wish I could have been a better brother.
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I'm sorry Evan.
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I love you.
