I am Irene and I hate my life. I hate it to the extend I want to end my life early. So, I decided to commit suicide. Easy, right? That way I won't have to face this cruel world anymore. But, why did I feel empty, alone and.... sad? Is it normal to feel like this when you're no longer alive? I don't know. Somehow, deep in my heart, I miss THEM. A bunch of people who showed love and care towards me yet still stabbed me from my back. Am I really that hateful? I guess so...