I can’t do it. I can’t eat the pills. I want to but I’m too scared. I can’t go through it again. Can’t, can’t, can’t.
Don’t make me do it again.
I know what to do to escape it. I know. I do know. I do. I know how to make it disappear so I won’t have do to it again. But if I eat the pills then I will go to hell. And I don’t want to go to hell either.
I don’t know what to do. I wish Sugar was here but Sugar isn’t here. No one’s here because I’m good at hiding.
It’s just me.
I feel sick.
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