I can't say that I'm not doing well. Things have been fine. Nothing too bad, nothing too good. All I really need now is a motive to live and, as usual, there really isn't one. I contemplate suicide every single day. I mean, why not? ._. Sure, some people will be sad and cry for a month or two. But what about all the pain people have caused me all this time? They're always saying I need to do things for myself too instead of trying to make everyone else happy. So why not set myself free? That's how I think of it. I don't think of it as dieing. Flying away freely seems like a better way to put it. It's not that I'm depressed. I simply don't want to be alive.
Sincerely,
Kat =^.^=
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