The end. Most people don’t understand that the end of one thing is the beginning of another. If one souls body dies a new body gets filled with the soul. Isn’t it wonderful the way it works. Like recycling. No one understands this like I do. This is my end. The end of both me and my soul. The only real end you could say. It only happens because I tried to much. I tried to be pretty, I tried to be kind. It all failed. I tried my best to be excepted by everyone. It never worked. I was chubby as a kid and then I wanted people to like me. I got tired of hearing people whisper those things about me. Calling me fat or ugly. Saying I eat to much. So I stopped eating. I got skinny and then I thought it would be better. Then people started asking what was wrong. People whispered among themselves is she doing it for attention. That’s all she wants. Shes not actually that skinny. She only does it to make fat people feel bad around her. So I tried exercising and eating. People still didn’t like me they said I was so lucky having a good body and eating. You see the circle continued. There was nothing for me to do. No matter what I did they didn’t like me. I tried dyeing my hair I tried everything. The never liked me. So I stopped. Not cause I realized it was pointless. No this was a new form of trying. Sense trying my hardest didn’t work I didn’t do anything. I sat there and withered away. They still didn’t like me. That leads me to here. I’m deing in more ways then one. I feel everything slipping away. I feel no pain, nor emotion. I just feel the ebbing away of my soul. It’ll leave this body but it wont go anywhere. It’ll stay there. Its done trying. It will waste away and become a ghost. You see that’s what a ghost really is. A soul that has given up. All ghost disappear as I will soon. I’m almost gone now. I just want to say I have no regrets.