Going Nowhere.

"I Find It Kinda Funny, I Find It kinda sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best dreams I've ever had."

Happy Birthday, that phrase has never been nailed into my head. I grabbed the kitchen knife. I made sure no one was home. I started sobbing and then I started l laughing hysterically. This was all a joke.

No one loved me, scratch that, no one ever loved me. No one likes Mother Russia. I'm going nowhere at all. With the kitchen knife in my hand, I grabbed my iPod. I shuffled through my music and put on Mad World; By Gary Jules.

No one even will miss me. I chuckled once again and shut my eyes. I walked into the bathroom with my iPod. I find it very funny how no one cares for me at all. Yet, I find it hard to take. It's just a Mad World.

Drinking away my problems never helped either. I always ended up sober as ever in the morning. I started into a depression 4-6 months ago. No one even bothered. My mask of "happiness" started cracking away slowly. I locked the door in a quick second. I've done this before, but not to end it.

Maybe they're all waiting for me to die? I giggled with my eyes tearing up. Time to end this now. With the kitchen knife in my right hand, I shed my clothes off and filled the tub halfway with water. I smiled crookedly because my smile wasn't useable anymore. I started at the bottom of the tub and proceeded.

Maybe they're all happy now? I've been ignored all this time; I find it kind of funny and kind of sad. I stepped inside the tub and sat down. I took the kitchen knife and directed it towards my left arm. I started carving a "P" at first. Then all the other letters, until I achieved the word "perfect". The blood was oozing out so fast. I smiled and shut my eyes. It will all be over soon. Happy birthday to me!

As my eyes were shut, I clutched the knife and placed it 2 inches away from my neck. I slit my neck slowly to enjoy the sensation. I licked my lips and slowly faded away.

Such a… Mad World.

"RUSSIA!"

The end.

And I Happened To Slip Away.