Dear journal
I am through with living and I wish that I was not here at this moment writing to you..Life has turned around and slapped me too hard to reconsider death...I am tired of living in this horrid world..With all bullshit aside..Truthfully..This is Hell, in itsself...and I do not need it in my life..But being here makes me have to deal with it..So if I just take my life would I be better off..I am losing all emotion for anyone, everything, and even myself...Today might be the last time I ever talk with you again..If so then I had fun talking my life ( what it was) into words for you..Even though I know that you will not have any words of advice to give or any emotion for the subject of leaving you ....For anyone who reads this and you happen to know me...I might see you sitting at my funeral...Make it good...
But then again, I might have a change of thought, or be rudely interrupted by some who think I still have a reason to live...Then I might just see everyone again until I manage my death...
Good Bye....
Kali
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