Goodbye Earth

I am an invisible man. Nobody ever sees me, legitimately no one. Especially at school; everyone runs into mat school. Most of the time I drop they heavy books and my binders on the floor and papers go flying everywhere. I pause and look around to see if anyone has noticed that my shit was all over the floor. 30 seconds has past by and no one took a little time out of their day to help me pick up my papers and books. Like always I would have to pick up my papers, binders, and my heavy books. Every single time one person would bump into me when I'm picking up my things. It's so stupid because they walk right past me and still never help me or even say that they were sorry for bumping into me. This is why I hate people. They all are so rude to me and the sad part is that they don't even care. Also, they never know my name. For example; when we're in P.E. playing kickball outside, I never get called by my name. They all call me "you," how great does that make me feel? It doesn't really, it hurts that no one recognizes me ever. It's even worse at home. I have so many brothers and sister. In fact, I have six brothers and four sisters. It's horrible because they get whatever they want because they wine and bitch about the dumbest toys that they want. And my "mom" gets really annoyed so she gets them. I'm ignored at home as well. I don't get anything I want because why wine about it and get it. If I want something it's for damn sure that they ask me. We finally get home and I choose to help with the bags. She never made eye contact with me; she just said "thanks". I went to the computer and looked up some quotes and I found this "In your rocking-chair, by your window dreaming, shall you long, alone. In your rocking-chair, by your window, shall you dream such happiness as you may never feel" Me reading that made me feel like that was very spot on. I'll always be alone and I'm pretty sure I'll never feel happiness. So looks like I will be alone forever. Yay! After pacing in my room and thinking how no one will miss me and that no one will notice that I will be off this Earth. So what's the point of even breathing this air, I'm only wasting it for the others. I walk over to my desk to get some paper and a blue pen. I start to write to my "mom". And then one for some teachers at school. After that I wrote some to my brothers and sisters. I realized that I am no good here. I am just waste of space. I guess this goodbye for good. I go into my “moms” room and I got this powerful gun she has just in case someone breaks in or messes with us. I go back into my room and laid out all of my letters to everyone I wrote to. I loaded the gun. I cocked it back and I pointed the gun to my neck and I leaned my head back. I closed my eyes really hard and then I started to think about this situation. “I am only doing this so people would know who I am” I thought to myself. I put the gun down and I walked over to my closet and I got the video recorder. I got the tripod in the corner in my room and I set the whole thing up. I pressed the record button. “Hey everyone, you guys probably don’t know who I am and why would you? I am just an invisible man that no one gives two shits about. My name is Tony Jackson in case you didn’t know. Goodbye everyone, thanks “mom” for adopting me.” I grabbed the gun again and I took a couple things back and aimed it right to the bottom of my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut as a tear came running down my face. As I was about to pull the trigger I looked over to the video recorder and whispered “Rest In Peace Tony” -BANG-