|October 9th, 2018
|9:26am
"Two entries, not even a full hour apart. I am quite sad at the moment. I found old things that reminded me of when my life sucked a lot more than it does now. I don't like to dwell on things in my past but I can't help to think about them sometimes. I just want to feel better. It's been too many years and I am so tired of feeling this way. Sad all the time. I just want to end it. I've been too close so many times. I should've overdosed that day. March 3rd, 2018. If only I had taken more. Just that little more of what was left, I could've made it. I could've finally died. But, I failed. Again. For the 18th time. I was so stupid. I'm scared that one day I am going to try again. Maybe soon, maybe not. Depends what happens. Oh well. I'll be okay. Sorry. Bye."
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Non-FictionI'm going to write here. My journal entries. All of them. They will be upsetting. I might leave a few out. But, it's the only way where I don't and won't feel silenced. Obviously, no one knows who I am so I don't care of this being out there. But, I...
