Three reasons why

Reason one- If I die, who will show others the joy of my favourite music?

I am flipping through my playlist, and a person I just met is wearing my headphones (now broken, rip headphones) and she says “Wait, what was that one?!” It was butterflies, by zendaya.

Reason two- It’ll hurt anyone who cares.

Fourth grade, Jack killed himself, he was someone’s best friend, someone’s brother, someone’s son, someone’s grandson, nephew, and someone’s crush. It tore our hearts apart. Suicide doesn’t get rid of the pain, it spreads it.

Reason three- I can’t inspire people to be kind in my writing if I’m dead.

“What is your dream, %&!^^@? (replaced my name with symbols)

“I want to write fiction stories, and inspire those who read them to be kind, by showing them the pain of what they do causes. I once got told by an older man in the drive thru that I will be something special, as long as I stay determined and have a dream. It may have been the ramblings of an old man, but, I took it to heart.