Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale… As I linger by my fluttering and dazzling window, I am amazed. Not by the abundant amount of noise a hustling and bustling city typically produces, but rather by the lack of such noise. It is utterly silent, something this ruthless and widely intricate world rarely ever reveals to me. Does any unfortunate person detect my presence? Am I even remembered by the outside world? This I will never know, for my lack of display has been a prominent part of my life ever since I was brought into this unforgiving world.

Nonetheless, I suppose my absence from humanity is quite beneficial for my mortal counterparts. Ever since infancy, I knew that it was my sole duty to avoid anything and everything around me. Everyone knew about this unspoken law, and it most certainly was not a foreign concept in the slightest bit.

Maybe deep down I always knew that it was morally wrong to criticize and harass people for wanting to exist, I mean why else would we even be here in the first place? But this abnormal and unearthly idea was drilled into my head as unethical. You see it in the newspapers, on television, and even in books! The society I have found myself in greatly advocates death and despair, something I cannot help but agree with.

It does indeed make perfect sense to why society has always obtained these views. Let me ask you this, do you really think you have something to live for? Some sort of potential and purpose for your existence, ha! I laugh at your lack of realization and naïve nature. You are such a silly, silly little child. Every single child born on this planet is a burden to his or her caretakers. Do you see your parents? They were much happier before you. They laughed, smiled, and were so much better off before you came. No wonder society finds it selfish to want to live! All you do is ruin things! You will never be perfect and no one will EVER want you here. I guess you can compare people to street rats, sneaky and greedy in nature yet oh so secretive.

That being said, human beings should be forced to remain isolated and distant from each other. In order to preserve Earth’s oxygen reserves, we must keep the population low. This is due to the fact that by increasing the population, the amount of oxygen each person is allotted is slowly diminishing. We need trees and other forms of vegetation to aid in our paper supply, so we can bring education to all corners of the world. Did you know that some classrooms in Africa only have a single sheet of paper to use for an entire school year? In order to keep our public education system alive, it is crucial to limit the public population, in any form that suits necessary for the individual committing the suicide.

I suppose another such reason of why our horrid society has greatly looked down upon people who cherish their lives is the fact that it is neither right nor fair for some of the population to be happy while others are living in total terror and fear. What ever happened to equality for all? As a result of this unbalance of equality, the general public is forced to remain solemn and reserved, for too much excitement or happiness could make others feel even worse about themselves. Along the lines of having a grim personality, everyone must exemplify their grievances with the world in their appearance. No bright or “loud” colors are allowed, no one is allowed to wear makeup or any other products that could enhance your lack of natural beauty, and most importantly, no one is allowed to pierce or tattoo their skin, although the selfless act of self-harm is greatly admired.

Finally, when and only when, you are successful in killing yourself, will you finally be able to receive full and utter happiness. You will no longer be a burden to your supposed loved ones, so congratulations for making it this far my dear friend! You are finally allowed to be yourself, without the fear of everyone judging you left and right. You will no longer be bullied, judged, or unloved. It wasn’t that painful, was it? I am sorry to say that you had to deal with daily rituals of being depressed, sad, or even frightened out of your wildest dreams, but there is no other option if you really think about it. What if you could actually go to therapy? Maybe even with people that actually

care about you. Now wouldn’t that be heaven? You would be supported in all life decisions you make, without having to constantly look over your shoulder because you know that the demons are out to get you. It would be a utopia… but sadly you grew up in a society that constantly judges you for being different, especially regarding this fake vision of happiness. It is indeed quite impossible to please everyone, so for now, you are stuck in this terribly magnificent world where you are judged for actually wanting to exist… how ironic.