I have wanted to die, always. I always have, I remember in third grade thinking about it, I didn’t understand it. I am still going to die, I think today actually. I have a few muscle relaxers and vodka, together I will die. I just don’t want to be here. I want Michael to know this had nothing to do with him. He will be great and amazing in writing, I hope he finds a husband or wife that will love him as much and more than me. I hope he doesn’t blame himself.
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I hope you didn’t die and that you are still alive