Re-birth

I want to kill myself.
No, not tie a rope around my neck and jump off a high stool or swallow a lethal doze of dangerous pills.

What's the point?

I'm a clumsy dude. I've always been. I bang my body around and I run into walls. Till tomorrow, my bully of a brother, bless his heart, will keep calling me retard, idiot, numbskull, and a host of other sweet words, each fitting every one of my jonzing episodes.