The concept of suicide is my turning point. No one to be blame. It’s all in me. It becomes so comforting and inviting. Whenever I think of it placed me at peace. Please, no one to be blame. It’s my choice. The pain is unbearable and I can’t contain it anymore. I am so sorry I am weak. I know this is wrong but again it calms my mind every time. Fantasizing about it helps calm my anxiety. The thought of killing myself and about every pain would finally be gone and it helps. It’s my pleasure release. As morbid as it may seem, knowing that there’s a back door out of life. It’s basically my fall back.

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