No one would care if I died, I knew that already, and now i'm going to end it. I had little friends, my family treated me like crap, and I was hated by everyone else. I loaded my gun and put it against my head, my pink hat still on my head, my glasses on my face, and my eyes closed as the tears fell down. "No one will miss me, but I guess thats not going to matter..." I pulled the trigger and slowly the world faded to black around me. My eyes closed and the gun slipped from my hand and fell to the ground. No one will care, no one ever has, no one will miss me, my name, its Meg Griffin...and now i'm dead, but its not like you care about that...