January 12th, 2023.

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I'm tired. 

Tired of life.

Those were the words that ran through my head daily. Alongside those were the occasional thoughts of "You should run and jump in front of a bus!" or "Relapsing will just let you be happy~"

These occasional thoughts... pain. 

I couldn't get rid of them.

It only increased my strong urges.

I looked in the mirror.

As gorgeous as I was, I was a victim of abuse ever since I was young.

It wasn't physical abuse, though.

I was one who suffered through mental abuse. Consistent yelling, and constant pressure on my schoolwork when I was in high school. After that, it was over.

It was just like my parents used me for 5 years of greatness, and then gave up on me. 

I'm so tired. I'm tired of having to be perfect and pretty.

I don't have a true sense of love; I've been aromantic ever since I was born.

The underlying fear that one day I'll end it all because of something or someone stupid is terrifying to me, but I can't do anything to stop it.

I'm planning to make another attempt soon, or at least relapse. I need to get my mind off of things.

I'm going through so much, and I don't think I can make it another night.

"Nina,"

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