TW// Suicide and suicide plans.
- Make everyone hate us
- Make our dad kick us out
- Vanish
- find some rope and hang myself.
It's doing a good, I'm setting everyone free, they'll no longer be trapped inside a body that does nothing but hurt. They'll be free, and I'll be gone, and no one will miss us, not anyone. They will only miss their punching bag, the doll they play with. And being dead is better than being the shell of a human, a ghost of times long gone.
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