by Launie And Melynda Sorrels

Created on: December 16, 2008

I/WE

It is the same everyday. I get up and get ready for work. I get on the bus, which drops me off nearly ten blocks from my work. Just so I can get to work and get stuffed in a cubicle all day. I then get the glory of doing the same thing on the way home. I have found, except for the occasionally bumming of a cigarette, no one will speak to me throughout my travels. This is continuous day in and day out. Each night, after taking my shower and watching a couple of hours of television, I go to bed wondering what I accomplished this day. Each night I get to sleep with the knowing that I made no difference at all. I did not affect anyone at all.

Through all the sadness and self-pity I felt, I came up with a brilliant idea...SUICIDE!

I believe that everyone has a purpose, well, I did. So tomorrow I will test it and tonight I write this final note; one, I believe, will be my last.

Tomorrow, I will awaken like I always do.

I will get ready like I always do.

I will ride the bus like I always do.

I will walk to work like I always do.

If at that time not one person has given me a pleasant greeting, then I will pull the gun from the inside of my coat pocket, place it to my head, and pull the trigger.

When the police search my apartment, they will find this note. I only hope this somehow gets to the media. I want society to see what it has done to me and what despair it has created.

Signed: Not Important

I can't believe that I am here writing. My total intention today was that I would kill myself. Because I am here appending to my "last" note, "last" I now say loosely, is proof that everyone does have a purpose. I found mine today in a very sad and tragic way. I started my day a little different than usual. Due to the amount of stress I put on myself about what was going to happen this day, I could not sleep. I had awakened an hour earlier than usual and started my day. Since I had the extra time this morning, I had decided to have a large breakfast. Why not, it was my last meal. Normally, my breakfast consisted of two cups of coffee and a strawberry pop tart, breakfast of champions. I rose from my table and went to the sink to wash my dishes, which I didn't do, after all, why. I noticed a ray of sunlight peeking through the curtain of my kitchen window. I headed for this beam of light mesmerized, much like a mosquito would fly straight into a bug zapper, noticing, for the first time in a very long time, how beautiful a day it was. Shaking my head no, I went into the

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