Hello everyone
Today I am here to talk to you about something that has shaken me a lot. In one of the stories I have in my library, one that I haven't yet started to read, the author posted their suicide note. I have never talked to them, but the book was about anxiety and depression. I don't know if they went through with it, I hope and pray they didn't, that they are still with us, but the truth is, I don't know. I have no way to find out, and it's eating me away.
My point with this post is to let you know that I am here. I know we more than likely have never talked before, I suck at texting and reaching out to people, but I do check my messages as constantly as my situations allow me.
If any of you ever need anything you can talk to me. It doesn't have to be deep if you don't want it to be, I can be your distraction. It can be as deep as your existential crisis if you wish, I will do my best to look for answers with you. You can rant if you need, we all overthink sometimes. You can tell me about your dreams and aspirations, hope for the future is valid, too. You can tell me about your problems as if I were a diary and say nothing at all if you don’t want me to.
You can reach out to me and I will give you hand, I will lend you an ear, I will comfort you to the best of my abilities. You don't need to know me, I just want you to stay with me, with us, to be happy. I swear to God that’s all I want and wish for you, I don’t care if you are a hater, a softie, if you act feminine or masculine, you deserve happiness and if I can help you gain it then I will.
I love you and I am proud of you.
Love, Ec=m^2