My Story - Prologue

Prologue.1

The thoughts that I had about this piece of writing started long before I actually took a pen and wrote them down.  For a long time now, I’ve thought about why exactly I was driven to sacrifice myself in a desperate act of pity.  2

Suicide.3

To most people, it sounds like the supreme sin.  Killing yourself only to regain the mercy of those that wronged you.  Fate it seems, is not without it owns sense of irony, because while you may go down in a blaze of glory, or even in the dreadfully silent bowels of a dark October night, what you thought would gain you praise, in the end, really caused you pain.  Speaking from experience, I know how empty it makes people feel when they consider finally taking their lives.  The emptiness doesn’t stop there, because those individuals who are successful really die alone.  No glory.  No memory, save those who are closest to you.  No remorse by those who had oppressed you, just the empty sadness that drapes around your mortal presence.4

Please consider as you read these following chapters, I didn’t undertake this task merely for you sympathy.  I have gotten past the point of wanting charity praise from people I do not know or care to know.  What I ask is that you take my testament with a grain of salt, knowing that maybe one day my words may be of some use.  You never know when you’ll hate yourself this much and someone’s ignorant opinion will push you over the edge.5

-William Grundhauser6

March 19, 20047