I can't see my death really making a huge impact on the world. Sure, my friends and family would suffer for a while, but those feelings pass. They always pass, whether you think they will or not. Time will heal those wounds, and life will go on for everyone else, as usual. I can't say I do much, as I see no particular reason to. I'm 17, kind of a loser, spending most of my time either doing schoolwork, or moping around. Things really don't look too bad, but I still feel terrible, and I just find it hard to believe that I have much more of a reason to live. Very few people would miss me, and I'm sure even less would even notice the fact that I was gone. Even then, with time, things would go back to normal for them, whether they'd admit it or not. I won't lie, there's two reasons that I'm still here. First, I don't have an efficient method of suicide worked up, and second, I'm kind of afraid of what's on the other side. I'm not too religious, but even if the other side entails going to Hell, or absolute nothingness, I can't help but hesitate, as it's one thing I can truly consider the unknown to me. So now, all I do is fantasize about it, and wonder if life without me would truly be so tragic, when I haven't really made a positive impact on the world anyways.