You know, it’s kind of sick how I predicted my own death.
I knew this year would be the end of me.
Acceptance letters already went out and rejection letters are just starting to come out.
I haven’t received one acceptance letter.
I know the program I applied to ran out of space.
I already know what the generic email will say.
I know it’s all over.
I’ve already come to terms with death. And yes, I know how selfish this all is. I know some depend on me. I know I have responsibilities.
But my suicide is long overdue. I held on to hope, and I have failed […]