this is goodbye.

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No one is reading this.

I'm trying to drop hints for my friends to find this.

Maybe they can see.

Maybe they can try to understand. But who listens to me? Ha.

They don't care. No one sees.

I can drop hints.

I can try to talk.

But no one listens

I hope you're reading this after I'm dead.

You could have prevented this.

But it's not your fault. It's mine. It always is.

It's always my fault.

If you are reading this after I'm dead, move on.

You all ignored me in the first place.

It shouldn't be that hard then huh?

Move on. That's all I can ask. Don't mourn me. I'm probably happy now.

I wasn't happy before. But no one could see. If they could, no one cared.

No one cared. That's what you have to understand.

No one cared then. If you're reading this, I might be dead. I don't know.

But if I am, you have to understand.

No one cared. I bet they care now huh? I bet you all wish you listened to me instead of saying same. I bet people are sad now. I bet people care now. They didn't. But now they do.

People only care if you're pretty or dead. Until then, no one gives a shit. 

Maybe you should listen more. Maybe you should listen instead of talk for once. Everyone has their own battles. Mine was won. Mine was won by me. I wanted this. This was not a mistake. I meant to do this. I did research. I read articles. 

Hell, I reached out to people. No one gave a shit. I always text first and last. All because I don't want you to feel lonely like I do.

No one should feel like I do.