My name is Tom. I am 15 years old turning 16 in September, however I know that I won't make it there. I am in high school half way through year 10 and most people think I am happy as anyone else, but they don't really know me. I hate my family, I hate myself, I hate most things these days. The only things that make me happy are things that will ultimately kill me in the long run. I don't go out except for school and work, and I never hang out with other people. I mostly keep to myself and avoid contact with others. Recently one of the only people who knows about my struggle attempted suicide and said it was one of the worst things she had ever done, not because she regretted it but because she had yet again failed. I can relate to that, as I too am a failure in most things. I don't enjoy my life and I don't enjoy anything in it, but I'm looking forward to the sweet oblivion that is death which hangs over my head ready to take me at a moments notice. My name is Tom, and you will never hear from me again.