Excerpts from the diary of a suicide – 7

August 14th, 2000

Suicide isn’t just a word anymore, I can actually imagine the aftermath. I picture a vast black emptiness, but instead of being terrifying, it is a relief. I think about it all the time, that moment of death, and every word they speak makes me long for it a little more. Every predictable act I am forced into makes me look forward to that one happy ending

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