My mother as selfish as she is, will probably flip when I die. I am the baby she desired, that she asked God to give her so much. Even though, at the end of the day, I am almost the opposite of the person she hoped I was going to become, she still cares about me in her bizarre way. She is also very religious, the kind who thinks suicide = ticket to hell, so there is that. Who knows, maybe she is right and will have a cup of tea with Satan a few years from now. I can only hope he is a chill guy.
My mother's oldest sister, my aunt, is someone I care deeply about. She is honestly who I consider to be my true mother. She is old and I fear she might have a heart attack or something when she finds out about my death. That said, I am deeply sorry for being selfish, but I am tired of living for others. I lived for others my whole life, and I will die for myself.
There is my younger brother. When I told him about my plans, he cried his eyes out (he was 15 at the time, and he is almost 17 now). He said he didn't want to lose me because I am more of a mother to him than our own mother. I was surprised by that statement, but looking back, I was truly more of a mother. I pretty much raised him, since my mother seemed to be scared of doing her job (my theory is that she thinks she failed when raising me, and was afraid of failing again... who knows). He is a pretty cool guy so I guess I did one thing right in this life. I don't want to break him, but my statement above remains true. I will die for myself. Fuck caring about others.
Last but not least, my only friend has accepted my decision even if disagrees with it. He says he will stick by me until I die, so I guess even though I had no friends for most of my life, at least I have a good one now, so there is that. I am the shittiest friend though so I am doing him a favor, in the end.
When my days with my doggo end, I will be a goner, too.
My father... No comments.