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It was Year 2K. I was sitting on the bathroom floor of a house I shared with others, looking down at the cheap linoleum. I was still living in the City of Angels.
 
Six years felt like decades. Bright city lights turned into dark dead ends, glitter events turned into pumpkins at midnight while running back to my 4 walls with my guts carved out. Friendly people were like shiny bubbles, when I reached out they would just pop, pop, pop!! And before my eyes disappear. Men only wanted to head south on me, women posing friendly hoping for me to fall. Was it real, or was it my imagination? What ever it was, I could feel it getting closer…I then discovered the power of words, but on the flip side, the power of my destructive mind and I began to write it all down on a piece of paper, it was not about a woman or a man, it was not to my family or “friends” if any, it was not about the past, present nor future. It was everything!!!

I was writing my suicide note…

-Alex Morissen

 

SUICIDE NOTE –