CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
dear journal,
i can't do this anymore.
i said that i would be there for them, but i just can't.
no one understands how much i want to die. i'm home alone right now and i took my fathers old over-the-counter pills from the cabinet.
i have my water next to me.
i don't want to be here anymore. i want to be dead, where nothing can bother me. i don't want to be breathing.
i have a sticky note with the words "i'm sorry" written on them. before i take the pills, i'll place this sticky note on this journal and place it on the pillow next to me.
this journal, is my suicide note.
it's my last goodbye.
- amelia xx
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