Disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter or Sherlock Holmes, WAAAAAAA! But that doesn't mean that I don't which I did! ;-
Ps. Doyle is refering to Sir Arthur Connan Doyle author of Sherlock Holmes.
Dear Doyle,
I don't know why I'm calling you this, I mean you're a journal and I should be starting off as such not to a random author I found of a book I like, but well I find it easier to write this way, as if I'm writing to a person. Anyway…. Ranting time. There is one very big problem with thinking of suicide once is that it keeps coming back to you, haunting your conscious and subconscious thoughts for, well I've never stopped thinking about it since.
You know I hate those people who say that it's selfish to take your own life, because we DO think about other people at the time. I mean take me as the most available example. I was there thinking about killing myself, staring at the bleach I was using to clean the bathroom trying to find reasons, people, to live for, and I know for a fact that others are the same. But I suppose I was lucky though, 'cause when I first stopped and thought, I found something, a shinning beacon on the horizon to look forward to. High School. Even though my life was hell on earth and there was nothing that was worth living for at the time, I realised that when I went to high scool, I would be free or as free as I could be. With Dudley going to Smeltings, I could make friends at last and he wouldn't be there with his gang 'harry hunting'. It was worth living for.
And well I decided to live, to look forward to the that day and try to forget that this ever happened - and as you can see from me being here today I got the first part ok, it's just a shame about the last bit.
Anyway I must be off, I've got Potins homework to do, and I don't think Snape would like 'I'm sorry I haven't done my homework sir but I just wanted write my suisidal rant down instead.' See you,
Harry.