the traumas too deep its too late for me. im sorry everyone. just let me share my note and ill be gone tonight (not right now do NOT CALL THE COPS ON ME THEY WILL PUT ME IN A LONG TERM WARD) dont worry about me. worry about you, worry about somethin dont worry what ill do hating motherfuckers, itll be a long time before you ever see me again
don’t do this trish. it’s not over for you.
it is. you dont understand the grief im going through. it is absolutely over. i will never recover, just let me die so i can be in peace.
I could understand that grief, at least in part. You are very young, and you will move on from all this and be better.
im literally diagnosed with a “you will feel this way forever and cant move on” disorder besides its too late, ive made up my mind. you cant convince me otherwise. PLEASE PLEASE, just contact friday and tell her to unblock me, so i can share my suicide note and say my final goodbye.
The disorder doesn’t set anything in stone.
