Name: Alec Fassel
Email: [email protected]
Age: 18
Issue: Depression
Anything else that you would like to mention: I just want to take my life, it would be so much more easier that living.

Dear M.M.,

Hello, I am Alec. A quick description of me: depressed. That entails everything you need to know about me, a stereotypical depressed male. High school is high school and there's nothing I can do about it. I have noticed that it's the start of all my issues. For, if there wasn't any school, then I would never have to see those wretched people.

I should have never signed up for this stupid help thing. Of course it was one of the ads that popped up on my screen. Probably because I have been researching the easier ways to kill myself. Bleach, poison, pills, a bullet to the brain, drowning, anything. I just want my life to be over. I don't want to deal with this constant pain of feeling empty and dull. There is no life left inside of me, just a black hole that sucks all the good out of life.

And but of course, this ad popped up right before I was going to buy the pills-the ones that were to end my life. I decided on that way of dying because, to me, it sounded easier and less painful. I then thought about life.

We can only live to the max of 122 years right now, according to the oldest person to ever live. But do we ever want to live to that old? Do we want to be frail and weak? Some people start really aging at fifty. So at around half of my whole life's potential I start growing old? What's the point of life then? Surviving? I want to die while I am ahead. I want to die young and healthy so no one will remember me as weak because that's what people remember, that's what matters. What matter is not what happens in the moment, but what is remembered after-the footprint you leave behind.

So I thought back to myself, I am not fifty yet. I am not even finished with high school yet. I am still strong and healthy for a while. I have a few years, so why not give life a second shot, well, more like its' 37th shot, but who's counting? And this is its' last shot: you. If I do not receive an email from you, M.M., in 36 hours, I will buy the pills and use them.

-Alec