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I'm doing it tonight.
Thank you for being there for me, but I can no longer keep this going. Not for Louis, Zayn, the doctors, or myself.
I've been learning how to make a noose knot out of my shirts and I've finally perfected it.
I guess the last thing there is to do is kick the chair from underneath me.
My neck is in the noose as I'm writing this. It's very uncomfortable to write like this, though. I just thought you deserved an ending.
I'm slippi
