James Marriott is the only thing that inspires me to live.

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if you're reading this, why? I'm also unsure why I'm writing it. It's not like anyone will care enough to read it. God my entire body hurts. Hey. How does it feel to be reading something written by a dead person? Well, I don't know your answer. And I never will know. Because I'm gonna hang myself. I've already prepared the whole thing, it's a few meters in front of me, waiting. So yeah. This is goodbye.