Please tell me you didn’t kill yourself over a stupid dog the your BROTHER lost? Please? Look... I don’t have it that bad. But I’ve made so many terrible mistakes that I hate myself for. I have social anxiety and I always feel like breaking down into tears when I think about what I’ve done. I know life can be tough and sucky, but please, don’t end it just because you’re feeling miserable at the moment. You may think suicide is the only answer, that it’ll never get better. But if you just hold onto that little bit of hope that things will get better then they will!
I know you might not be around to read this, and all this was just waisted effort, but... if you are still alive, and you can read this, then please don’t end it just like that.