Suicide. I am going to end my troubled life. The end is finally here, and it is Glorious.
I won't see you on the other side, fuckers, because I'm going straight to hell. Right where I belong.
Peace, the fuck, out.
Eternally, Sash.
...
It's been a while.
Maybe I have given up.
There is nothing for me here.
Hell awaits.
...
Desperation or acceptance.
Emotions are overpowering.
The pain is too much.
I cannot rest.
I have nothing left to give.
There is no sense.
It is not a surprise.
That I am so weak.
I can't continue.
I never wanted this.
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I'm a prisoner in my own mind. No escape.