Every time I write I feel as though I add another page to a eight years in the making suicide letter. Eight years is how long I have been sad for, and it gets tiresome to feel like this. I’m sure I could do more, go back on anti-depressants, exercise more, eat better, but I don’t want to. I would like for the suicide letter to have an end.

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