a mildly frustrating pause before going to the knife drawer anyway

I hate the idea of killing myself without leaving a note of some kind, but I can never think of anything to say.

One wants to leave an explanation, but if there were people in this world who could understand what I’m experiencing, I might not prefer death over this world.

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