I am young, but very intelligent. I dabble in programming to stimulate myself, but at the time of writing this, I am getting ready to finally commit suicide like I've always wanted to do for as long as I can remember. I love my mother, but I do not like my dad, nor do I believe he likes me. He says he does, but I know deep down inside that he does not, and there is a difference between like and love. I can't share much as I will keep my identity a secret. Before suicide, I may be trying drugs such as weed, cocaine, or possibly fentanyl to ease the pain. I will soon be gone from this earth.