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I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I'm trying to save a real person from really committing suicide.

Sure, its 2 years from now.

But still.

Is it wrong?

I don't know.

Is killing myself an option as well?

Maybe.

Probably not.

But I wouldn't mind it at this point.

Sure, everyone's having fun by now.

I'm not.

Because I still know it exists.

The pain.

...

Is that a thing?

Y'know, when another's pain can bring you down to the point where you are trying to help them, by feeling the same pain they do?

I probably shouldn't say that.

I think that's a form of comparing trauma, which is not okay.

...

But I think you get the point.

It's just that I don't know.

And every time I try to do such, I know I'm going something wrong.

I'm probably gonna regret something that I say in this chapter, that always happens to me.

Mainly because I got a wrong message across or something.

Ok.

So.

If she's going to kill herself, I'm killing myself too.

If I can't help someone from dying, then what worth do I even have as a friend.

Okay?