This was always either going to be a cry for help or assisted suicide, you chose the later, just like everyone else. Thinking you cared was the only reason I’m even still alive. I’m WAYYYY more suicidal than I was on thanksgiving or christmas. Lucky you i never planned on harming a hair on your pretty head. Unluckily for you, I will make sure that my death causes funneling, because I’m a tad bitter about all the loneliness, unfulfilled desires, and injustice I’ve faced in my life. I want to spread that suffering around as much as I can. Like A nonviolent but emotionally crippling suicide bomb. That’s what happens when I don’t get what I want AND get punished. I’m like a toddler shittin in the sandbox because no one let me play with their toys.