Hello. My name is Matthew Langham, and this is my confession. I do not know who is reading this. You may be a friend, enemy, or even the authorities. Whoever you are, I request you only read as much as you wish to read. If this becomes boring, simply stop reading. This thread will remain here (hopefully) forever.
I suppose it would be proper for me to start from the beginning, so there is no confusion of any kind. Two years ago, I met this lovely girl named Jennifer. She was caring, kind, and overall a genuinely amazing person. We met in the ninth grade, when I was 14. We got along amazingly every single day, with the occasional dispute every once in a while. She had this beautiful red hear, and was tall. She was a good three inches taller than me. She always took what I said as intended. If I was being sarcastic, she could tell. If I was being genuine, she could tell. Even when I did not want her to know the truth of my actions, she knew. She knew every single time I had lied. She had this laugh, that just made me feel pleasant inside. She was my best, and only friend in real life. She knew everything about me. My likes, dislikes, preferences, what buttons to push, my past, etc. Jump forward two years, to April 22, 2014. We were having an ordinary day, eating lunch. I told her this joke which I thought was rather clever, which I had heard on the internet the night before. The joke was "You are such a skank, I bet you shower naked". She had a rather sarcastic chuckle, and both of us went silent. I had not spoken to her for the rest of the day. When I arrived at school this morning, I was being stared at. Students, faculty, even the principal was watching me. Not a single move I made would go un-noticed. This continued for what I would say to be around 35 minutes. After that 35 minutes, my whole life changed. I was called down to the office. When I arrived, I was instructed to take a seat in the principals office. As he began to speak, I could hear him hesitating. I could hear his sadness. Although he managed to hold back his tears, I could hear him, feeling woeful. Essentially as I was told, Jennifer had killed herself. She managed to gain access to her parents car, and while they were sleeping she turned it on, and sat in the sealed garage. I had no idea about this until I was told. As it turns out, she included me in her suicide note. Directly below her parents. The note which was speaking about me stated, and I quote, "Matthew: I never expected you of all people to believe the "rumor-mill"."
According to a few students in my class, she was being harassed by people both in, and out of school. She was being called things which nobody wishes to hear, and I drove her over the edge. I killed my best friend. Writing this now, I feel as if I wish to kill myself as well. I will never be able to do this awful act however, as that would not serve me justice. That would relieve me of the years of pain, suffering, and torture to come. Perhaps I am making the wrong decision, however this is the decision I am making.
I am 100% responsible for the death of Jennifer Wales. We had mutual trust, to which I violated. I will never forgive myself for this, and I know that I deserve whatever comes to me. This is not a farewell thread, nor a "I am going to commit suicide" thread. This is my one and only confession thread. If you like, ask me questions about my current state, how am I feeling, etc. I thank you for reading this fully.
-Matt
I suppose it would be proper for me to start from the beginning, so there is no confusion of any kind. Two years ago, I met this lovely girl named Jennifer. She was caring, kind, and overall a genuinely amazing person. We met in the ninth grade, when I was 14. We got along amazingly every single day, with the occasional dispute every once in a while. She had this beautiful red hear, and was tall. She was a good three inches taller than me. She always took what I said as intended. If I was being sarcastic, she could tell. If I was being genuine, she could tell. Even when I did not want her to know the truth of my actions, she knew. She knew every single time I had lied. She had this laugh, that just made me feel pleasant inside. She was my best, and only friend in real life. She knew everything about me. My likes, dislikes, preferences, what buttons to push, my past, etc. Jump forward two years, to April 22, 2014. We were having an ordinary day, eating lunch. I told her this joke which I thought was rather clever, which I had heard on the internet the night before. The joke was "You are such a skank, I bet you shower naked". She had a rather sarcastic chuckle, and both of us went silent. I had not spoken to her for the rest of the day. When I arrived at school this morning, I was being stared at. Students, faculty, even the principal was watching me. Not a single move I made would go un-noticed. This continued for what I would say to be around 35 minutes. After that 35 minutes, my whole life changed. I was called down to the office. When I arrived, I was instructed to take a seat in the principals office. As he began to speak, I could hear him hesitating. I could hear his sadness. Although he managed to hold back his tears, I could hear him, feeling woeful. Essentially as I was told, Jennifer had killed herself. She managed to gain access to her parents car, and while they were sleeping she turned it on, and sat in the sealed garage. I had no idea about this until I was told. As it turns out, she included me in her suicide note. Directly below her parents. The note which was speaking about me stated, and I quote, "Matthew: I never expected you of all people to believe the "rumor-mill"."
According to a few students in my class, she was being harassed by people both in, and out of school. She was being called things which nobody wishes to hear, and I drove her over the edge. I killed my best friend. Writing this now, I feel as if I wish to kill myself as well. I will never be able to do this awful act however, as that would not serve me justice. That would relieve me of the years of pain, suffering, and torture to come. Perhaps I am making the wrong decision, however this is the decision I am making.
I am 100% responsible for the death of Jennifer Wales. We had mutual trust, to which I violated. I will never forgive myself for this, and I know that I deserve whatever comes to me. This is not a farewell thread, nor a "I am going to commit suicide" thread. This is my one and only confession thread. If you like, ask me questions about my current state, how am I feeling, etc. I thank you for reading this fully.
-Matt