i leave you with these letters

entry 7

i tried

and no one knew

no one cared

no one ever cares

i do kind of regret trying though

well....actually...no, i don't

i don't regret anything

i don't regret trying

i don't regret doing what i did to get these scars on my arms

the scars that i now cover up with long sleeves, and jumpers

scars that keep me from wearing my favorite t-shirts without a bandana on my arm, or bracelets

scars that cause me to lie to my friends

i don't regret anything though

i don't regret a damn thing

maybe i should

maybe i should feel bad for trying to take my life. maybe i should feel bad for trying to leave my friends. maybe i should feel bad for trying to escape anything and not deal with life like everyone else has to. maybe i seem a bit selfish.

but honestly, to me, suicide isn't selfish. to me, what's selfish is keeping people that are most likely better off dead, people that have lost their will to live, people that are just done with life, alive.

to me, that's selfish, and not suicide.

i think that if someone is truly done, if they don't want to live any longer, if they really are better of dead, if no one cares about them, if their mind is destroying them, and they just want to end it. if they honestly think that they should just go, if they know that it won't get any better, if they know that they just need to end it all, and they want to, i think that they should do what they want

but i mean, that's just what i think

it's not like anyone gives a damn what i think though

at least, not anymore.

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hey guys, so I got this typed up real fast before doing my homework (oops?) and i'll probably add another one before I go to bed tonight, no promises though.

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