text: I gazed upon the groups of people in front of me, I looked at the people I once considered my friends. I smile, knowing full well that this would be the last time I see them. They have already made the decision for me; I have already made the decision. I sit down in my little dark corner, thinking about the people I used to care about. They have stopped caring a long time ago, and so have I. But I think about what could have happened, the relationships we could have had. Before I knew it, the bell had rung and everyone was heading back to class after the PE lesson. I go deep into thought. What’s the meaning of life? Why do we exist? Why are some people just there to be someone’s personal punching bag? A while later, we’re dismissed. It’s the last day of school for the year, yet I head home without saying my goodbyes. They don’t need it anyway. I reach home, it’s on the 10th floor of the apartment building. I place my bag down and change into some nice clothes. I turn on my laptop and look at the document I had written long ago in preparation for this. I’ve been thinking about it for years, weighing the pros and cons. Unfortunately, the pros heavily outweigh the cons. I leave the document open and post it on Reddit and my social media. It’s time. I head to the open window and look up at the sky, and then down to the trees. I grab the stool and placed it beneath the window ledge and stand on it. I smile, knowing that I won’t have to live a life of solitary confinement. I’ll be free, free from all my troubles. The people that hate me won’t have to see my face anymore. I’m ready. I let my body fall forward and I close my eyes, feeling the wind against my face. I’ve never felt so free. And, just as how I had come into this world exactly 13 years ago, out of the darkness into brightness, I delve from the brightness into the darkest darkness possible. It’s all over. It’s all over, there is no afterlife, there is no heaven or hell. That’s just something humanity tells itself in order to make the idea of death seem less scary. But deep down, we all know. No matter what people say, death is inevitable. Everyone dies eventually, and one day our names will be forever forgotten. Even if it takes hundreds or even thousands of years, we will be forgotten someday. People are different, in the sense that, we’re able to think as we do. You’re able to read this, people were able to engineer and construct the device you’re viewing this on. We built a society, yet this society will be forgotten one day. If we ever venture out into the stars, people might live on, yet humanity will not. We won’t be the same. Death is inevitable, no matter what you do, it will find you. Humanity as a species will cease to exist someday. As the saying goes: There are two things we cannot avoid in Life, Death and Taxes.