Hello. I'm a 16 year old girl. Nothing special going on here. I have decided to end my life at the age of 21.Please be aware that what im about to write is extremely personal and I just need to vent. Maybe this will make me feel better. Also big TW. Death has always been something that amazed me. Death is something many people fear, and many people long for. What happens after you die? Will i go to hell? burn for all eternity because some god does not forgive me for not being strong enough to deal with my emotions? Can he blame me for feeling this way? Or will he give me the peace I've been longing for? Personally I am not religious, I am agnostic. There could be a god(s) out there but I have no interest in finding out. There could also be the possibility of reincarnation. Or something else can happen, something no one has ever thought of being possible. Thats the beauty of it. No one has the answer to what happens after death, they can think they are correct, but the only way to find out is to die. But me being curious about dying is not the reason why I want to die. I am convinced that I fucked everything up. I was born to suffer. When I was little, I was raped by my neighbor. He was a little older than me. After that, I became overly sexual. Nothing happened to the kid who raped me. The cops said he was too young to face any consequences. He was my brothers friend as well. I can barely remember it, but my brother was doing what my neighbor was doing. I know he knows and still remembers what he did but I feel like we both pretend that nothing has happened. Why did this happen to me. Why do I have to suffer so fucking much everyday. I'm literally so fucking tired of all this shit. All the little happy moments I have means nothing because I always feel like shit in the end. Though I think that was my root to all the problems I'm facing now. I don't want to put too much detail into this because it still makes me extremely uncomfortable even though no one will know who is writing this. I've done so many fucked up shit in my life it hurts to even think about it. Every night before going to bed I fucking cry in pain just thinking about all the things I have done. Don't worry, I haven't killed anyone. I have really bad impulse thoughts. Whenever I'm not occupying myself I get these awful thoughts like grabbing a knife and killing someone in my family. I've never actively attempted to though so please do not worry too much. I love my family so much I'd kill myself before I do anything of the sort. Everything is fine. I gave up with everything. My hopes, my dreams, and even school. Ever since I've started school I have always been bullied. I've never really had a time where I haven't been bullied. I'm pretty sure im cursed or some shit. I have a lot of health issues. There's really nothing out there for me. Nothing bad will happen if I go. Only my family will miss me. I cannot imagine myself being out there in the world alone, paying my own taxes, rent all that shit. You may think that I'm too lazy to be a responsible citizen, but don't worry I also think im a lazy piece of shit. I don't deserve anything. I've convinced myself that there is nothing for me to look forward to after the age of 21. If I have terrible grades right now, have no basic knowledge of LITERALLY anything, what will I be when I grow up? Some homeless fuck trying to live off my parents money? There is absolutely no hope for me. I'll do anything just to start all over. Before I turn 21, I'd like to see places I've always wanted to see. I don't have to travel to California n shit, staying where I am is fine. I love nature so much. before I go, I'd like to visit as much nature as possible. I'd also like to enjoy lots of different kinds of foods and drinks. I'll collect as much photos of my pets as possible and truly enjoy myself. I've suffered so fucking much and im just 16. I literally can't fucking take this shit anymore man. It eats my up every single day and I can't handle it. I can't imagine myself growing old with these feelings. There is no other option for me. This is what I was meant to do. I'm sorry. I'm just really upset right now and typing this is really refreshing. I hope, that if anyone read this to the very end, I didn't ruin your day. And also thank you, for staying this long. I might end up being able to cope and live past 20, but honestly I highly doubt it. Anyways I'm tired. I'll go finish a painting im working on. Sorry.30-01-2021