She never loved me. But God, I loved her more than anything. I loved her more than life. She was the only thing in this stagnant world that gave me a single shred of real happiness. But she’s gone. And she’s been gone for quite a while.
Suicide has always been a friend of me. It’s always been next to me, sometimes out of sight but never out of mind..
I don’t think I want to live anymore.
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That reminds me of this friend that I had at school. I began to fall in love with him. I assume I loved him way more than he loved me. I’d always looked forward to seeing him. Sometimes I would search around the hallways to find him, but I never could. Those rare times I did see him, he was with his friends and looked happy. I felt that he didn’t like me the way I liked him, and felt horrible each day because of this.