Preface

Most people my age spend their time thinking about boys, clothes, shoes, whether or not to hold onto their virginity – and maybe college. Just maybe. Sadly, I don’t fit into the puzzle that is being a teenage girl in high school. My piece is more pointed and more complex than the space that is left for me. Part of me wishes I could fit within that plane of existence, and not know about the little things, which cause my piece to morph into something that’s hardly recognizable.

Now, as a glance into the red eyes of death, I don’t regret a single thought, which has led me down this path to end my own mortality. Though I do not wish death upon myself at the moment, part of me is just tired of fighting it. It’s going to happen to all of us, anyway.