wakeupyourealiv
My name is Samantha. If you're ever bored or just need someone to talk to, my AIM is shehadthewxrld
Dear idiots,
suicideletterDear idiots,
I hope you know how much I hate all of you. The only reason I'm writing this is to tell you all that, no, I didn't love you - ANY of you. The only people that made a difference were Dante, Kristen, Shannon, Tyler and Sarah. All of the rest of you are the reason I'm not going to be alive for much longer. So, yes, it is your fault. Everyone's probably telling you it isn't, right? "It's not your fault, there's nothing you could've done!" Am I right? They're all saying that, aren't they? And, after a while, you just started to believe them, right? Well, they're all wrong. It's entirely your fault. There was a lot you could've done, you just didn't care enough to try. All I wanted was somebody that actually cared about me, somebody that I even remotely mattered to. None of you understood anything. Listening to Panic At The Disco was my ONLY escape from all the horrible stuff you all put me through. You didn't think it'd matter, did you? The "little things"? Well, one little thing after another really adds up over the course of two years, don't you think? Oh, but it wasn't just two years of misery. I've been hating you all since at least four years ago. No, I'm not "emo", so get that out of your hideously revolting heads. Why can't you just understand that EMO IS A GENRE OF MUSIC, NOT A FUCKING STEREOTYPE. Haven't you ever heard the saying "LABELS ARE FOR SOUP CANS"?! It's foolish and everybody says it, but it's TRUE! So stop. Make it up to me; stop using labels. It's your fault I'm dead. So, stop using labels, and maybe try to recycle and go vegetarian for a week or two, maybe donate something to a charity. Because that's all your fault, too. If you all weren't so fucking obsessed with money, then maybe 6, 000 kids in Africa wouldn't be dying every day. Get off your lazy asses and DO SOMETHING. You could've saved my life, but you didn't even try. So, make it up to me by doing this. Just try to be a better person, and we'll call it even. Don't make fun of people because they're of a different race. Don't talk down on people because they're poorer than you, or because they're standing up for what they believe in. No. Don't make fun of people for being gay. It's not that big of a deal. In the words of Pete Wentz [and I had better not get in trouble for this, EVER...] "Gay is not a synonym for shitty...Stop being such homophobic assholes!" There you go...Listen to him. Listen to Matthew Lush. Be a better person, from now on, and maybe you won't screw anybody else's life up.
I hate you all,
Samantha
Note: No, I'm not dead, idiots. I was extremely pissed when I wrote this. I still believe every word of what I said, but I'm not gonna kill myself, 'kay? So stop reporting me, already.
I hope you know how much I hate all of you. The only reason I'm writing this is to tell you all that, no, I didn't love you - ANY of you. The only people that made a difference were Dante, Kristen, Shannon, Tyler and Sarah. All of the rest of you are the reason I'm not going to be alive for much longer. So, yes, it is your fault. Everyone's probably telling you it isn't, right? "It's not your fault, there's nothing you could've done!" Am I right? They're all saying that, aren't they? And, after a while, you just started to believe them, right? Well, they're all wrong. It's entirely your fault. There was a lot you could've done, you just didn't care enough to try. All I wanted was somebody that actually cared about me, somebody that I even remotely mattered to. None of you understood anything. Listening to Panic At The Disco was my ONLY escape from all the horrible stuff you all put me through. You didn't think it'd matter, did you? The "little things"? Well, one little thing after another really adds up over the course of two years, don't you think? Oh, but it wasn't just two years of misery. I've been hating you all since at least four years ago. No, I'm not "emo", so get that out of your hideously revolting heads. Why can't you just understand that EMO IS A GENRE OF MUSIC, NOT A FUCKING STEREOTYPE. Haven't you ever heard the saying "LABELS ARE FOR SOUP CANS"?! It's foolish and everybody says it, but it's TRUE! So stop. Make it up to me; stop using labels. It's your fault I'm dead. So, stop using labels, and maybe try to recycle and go vegetarian for a week or two, maybe donate something to a charity. Because that's all your fault, too. If you all weren't so fucking obsessed with money, then maybe 6, 000 kids in Africa wouldn't be dying every day. Get off your lazy asses and DO SOMETHING. You could've saved my life, but you didn't even try. So, make it up to me by doing this. Just try to be a better person, and we'll call it even. Don't make fun of people because they're of a different race. Don't talk down on people because they're poorer than you, or because they're standing up for what they believe in. No. Don't make fun of people for being gay. It's not that big of a deal. In the words of Pete Wentz [and I had better not get in trouble for this, EVER...] "Gay is not a synonym for shitty...Stop being such homophobic assholes!" There you go...Listen to him. Listen to Matthew Lush. Be a better person, from now on, and maybe you won't screw anybody else's life up.
I hate you all,
Samantha
Note: No, I'm not dead, idiots. I was extremely pissed when I wrote this. I still believe every word of what I said, but I'm not gonna kill myself, 'kay? So stop reporting me, already.
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