I think i have finally worked things out.
I don’t need help. Not if i’m serious. Not if i really wanted to die. The ones who try to commit suicide make sure it doesn’t work, make sure someone finds them. With luck the finder feels like a hero and sticks around for a while. I’ve started there. I’ve been found twice- but this time im serious. I just want to be finished.
I am still afraid of superficial consequences.
This, i hope, will be the last time i talk about these feelings again. After that, if i really do need help, i will sort it out quietly.
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