That night, I tied a rope to the kitchen ceiling fan, then used the free end to create a large circle wide enough (and tight enough) to go around my neck. That's right. I'm hanging myself.
Mom, Dad, George, and especially Ali... I know you cared for me. You just didn't show it; which is exactly why you're either dead, incarcerated, refusing to speak to me, or had explained to a guidance counselor that I have personal problems.
Before I lept off the chair with the rope tight around my neck, I had one final thought that explained my current feelings: With all the secrets of humanity revealed, I'm happy to go to hell.
