I don’t just want to die…

It would no longer be sufficient for my peace of mind to pass away quietly in the night like some autumn leaf falling silently to the ground to be crunched to dust under the sneaker of some pedestrian.

I want to kill myself.  How did I become this person that I hate so vehemently?  I want to stab her and watch her bleed.

I am so ashamed of being this mentally unstable and weak.

I’d rather be numb than ashamed and afraid all of the time.

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