Day 29

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I am absolutely psychotic. Last night the voices in my head gave me fucked up ideas that I can only imagine going about.

I feel that suicide is too easy for me. It's so simple and painless. I deserve worse correct? Sure...I can swallow pills or drink bleach from a tea cup. Maybe put a loaded gun to my head or hang myself from a towering tree. I want something better. I want you to kill me.

It would be perfect. You can get me out of the picture. Me, an obnoxious girl who for some reason is still uncontrollably and unwillingly obsessed with you. I would leave a note for the police that saying I told you to do it so you won't go to prison for a crime that didn't occur. It's a win-win situation. You get to have me gone and I get to be gone.

There's one issue....
You don't want to participate. I can feel it.

I texted you around 2 a.m.

"Hey..."
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"What the fuck do you want"

"I need you to do me a favor"
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"Why should I?"

"I need you to kill me. I swear you won't get in trouble and I'll even pay you if you like but I just need you to help me with this one last thing... Please. Pretend to be my friend for two minutes. "
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