Hi guys. I couldn't do it. But I can now. I've finally bulked up to the courage to end my life. For real this time. I can't do it anymore. I'm glad I had you guys to get me through everything that came my way, my sister dying, my mental health issues, everything. I love each and every one of you sooo much. I wish I had friends like you on the outside world, the world where I was tormented and beaten down. I wish my mother was alive and my sister and everybody else I've lost. I'm sorry if this is a shock. I'm sorry if you hurt for me. I sorry. I'm such a screwup. I hate me, I hate my life. I don't want to be me anymore. Let's hope heaven is real. Let's hope I can be happy in some beautiful afterlife with floating cherubs or some of that religious crap. But let's be honest, what's waiting for me is probably a black abyss of nothingness, which is what I always should have been. What I always have been. I can't do it anymore. I can't put on a smile and laugh and pretend to be normal. I give this account to my family. They won't do anything about it. They'll observe I guess, make sure the cruelty doesn't find me here. They'll be doing the same with all my social media, whether I tell them to or not. So, might as well let them, huh? So, well, I guess this is goodbye.
Goodbye, and for the last time,
-Kat
