I've completed the first suicide letters I want to write.

[FromPortugalWithLov]

I have a general one, a sobbing mess which doesn't make much sense for my mother, and then I'll start making one for each;
- My dad
- My brother
- A couple that I'm very close to
- My oldest friend
- Another friend, the first person I came out to as bi
- An old friend I used to do a lot of drugs with when I was younger, still love him to bits.

It feels oddly comforting in a brutally sad and depressive way that I have this many people to write to. And yet I still want to die.

The pain I leave them with is gigantic and brutal but I can't take it anymore.

I wish I could have never existed.

I think I will die in 2 weeks. Just before August.

 

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but I can't take it anymore.

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